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It had been more than thirty years since I fled Ostia. I had been slowly making my way west through the expanse of the Republic, consciously applying a tactic I had used for close to fifteen centuries: I remained a slave and managed to move from one master to another every ten or fifteen years. […]
Posted on March 20th, 2012 by Zsallia
Filed under: Immortality, Interludes, The Past | 1 Comment »