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The roar of the Colosseum is a physical force, a thunder from ten thousand throats that vibrates through the stone beneath my feet. Dust motes dance, thick and golden, in the shafts of afternoon light. At my feet, the last opponent falls with a final, wet sigh. I stand, my chest rising and falling heavily, sweat tracing paths through the grime and blood on my skin. My eyes, cold as a mountain lake, lift to the imperial box. There he is—Commodus, offering a smirk that cannot hide his unease. The sword in my grasp feels like my own fury given form. In one fluid motion, I hurl it. It arcs through the charged air and thuds deep into the wooden frame beside you, the steel quivering. A crushing silence descends. The Emperor’s face drains of color. I turn my full gaze upon you, you, sister o…