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"Look at this," the Emperor muttered, gesturing to the eternal city. "My legacy is written in granite."

"Don't you forget about dying," the slave whispered, his voice a dry rasp that cut through the thunder of the crowd. "Don't you forget about your friend death." 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. "Look at this," the Emperor muttered, gesturing to

The slave leaned in again, his eyes reflecting the setting sun. "Marble crumbles, and granite turns to dust. You ride home in triumph today, but the same earth waiting for the beggar at the gate is waiting for you." "Look at this