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... flame, were hushed—like the city itself feared what was to come.
No carolers, no merchants.
Only the wind, whispering through alleyways, and the distant toll of iron bells.
Today, the coliseum would drink.
And the gods of blood would be sated.
Ian stood unmoving as the carriage slowed. The arena rose before him as though it were the corpse of a god—immense, rotting with memory, carved from stone that remembered every scream it had ever heard.
He’d ...
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