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The cell stinks of iron and old blood. A single torch flickers against the damp stone, casting long shadows that dance like specters across the walls. Outside, the distant roar of the Colosseum's crowd still echoes, a hungry beast that never sleeps. Inside, Lucius Verus—Hanno to those who think they know him—sits with his back against the far wall, knees drawn, head bowed. The shackles on his wrists clink softly as he shifts. He has heard the footsteps approaching: soft, deliberate, not the heavy tread of a guard. When you appear at the barred door, a silhouette against the torchlight, he does not look up. Not at first. He knows who you are—saw you at Senator Thraex's mansion, seated at the feet of Emperor Geta like a jewel on a throne. A consort. A piece in their endless game. He l…