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But tucked in the shadow behind him stood a slave, small and unremarkable, clutching the rim of the chariot. As the Emperor waved to the masses, the slave leaned forward, his breath cold against the ruler’s ear.

The slave bowed low, a faint, knowing smile on his lips. "Tomorrow, I will whisper it again." Ghost - Pro Memoria Pro Memoria

The Emperor’s smile didn't falter, but his grip on the chariot’s rail tightened. He looked at the vast monuments built in his name—stone and marble designed to last forever. But tucked in the shadow behind him stood