The Faded Apartment
The carriage wheels churned against the wet cobblestones of the Via Salaria, sending up a fine mist that clung to the heavy wool of Marcus Aurelius Valerius’s cloak, a garment that had once been the height of Roman fashion but now hung on his shoulders like a shroud that had been left out in the rain too long, fraying at the seams and smelling faintly of the damp, rotting earth that seemed to...
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