Cerialis set the tablet aside for a moment and gazed out the window.  There was nothing there.  Nothing that hadn’t been there before anyway: a dull fog made it hard to see even the outer wall of the camp.  That fog seemed to permeate his very being.  Certainly the Batavian winters had been cold, but […]

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