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... he atmosphere had changed. The first parley had been a tense but pragmatic negotiation. This one was a court of judgment. The desert wind was sharper, colder, carrying a scent of steel and blood that had not been there before.
Legate Marcus Cassius arrived with the same two centurions, but his cautious optimism had been replaced by a grim, weary resignation. He felt like a man summoned to hear his own sentencing. He knew what had happened at the oasis. He knew the puritanical madman, Pul ...
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