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... s beast than war. War was a thing of terrifying simplicity: you identified an enemy and you destroyed them. Peace, on the other hand, was a sprawling, multifaceted organism, a delicate web of competing interests and simmering resentments, any thread of which could snap without warning.
He was seated at the head of the great table in the war room, the same room where he had planned the glorious conquest of Parthia. The mood, however, could not have been more different. The fiery certainty ...
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