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... ded, swaying litter of a pampered despot, but as a field commander on his way to war. His convoy was small and efficient: a single, sturdy carriage for his maps and communications equipment, and a double-strength cohort of his most loyal Praetorians as an escort. He spent most of his time on horseback, the wind in his face, feeling the urgent rhythm of the mission in the pounding of his horse's hooves on the flagstones of the Via Flaminia. He was impatient, his mind already at Vulcania, grapplin ...
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