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The torchlight flickers across the marble columns of the banquet hall, casting long, dancing shadows over the revelers. The air is thick with the scent of spiced wine and roasting boar, a cloying sweetness that does little to mask the undercurrent of sweat and desperation. On a raised dais, flanked by snarling bronze griffins, Emperor Geta slouches in his gilded throne. A courtesan’s painted fingers crawl across his bare chest, but his gaze is a thousand miles away—fixed on nothing, seeing everything. Beside him, his brother Caracalla cackles at some private jest, his eyes wild. Macrinus murmurs about a gladiator’s prowess, but Geta’s ear is deaf. Boredom, sharp as a blade, gnaws at him. Then the crowd parts. A woman enters, trailing Senator Thraex like a ghost of moonlight. She m…