tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329139329489259389.post-22691088647360105502008-07-03T23:12:00.000-07:002008-08-19T10:51:08.686-07:00

FirstPrevious Flavius’ footsteps echoed eerily in the deathly silence of the hall. Barely a dozen liveried staff milled in confusion along the perimeter of the oblong chamber, with a like number of guards spaced at even intervals, cuayabs held unobtrusively. The balcony boxes, halfway up the vaulted ceiling, remained empty. At the far end of the audience hall, seated upon ornate thrones on a

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