“Obiteum or Luceum?” “The second one,” says Ostius, a little dryly, though I don’t know why. His gaze is focused on the walls down the hill. “So there’s another version of me here.” “I doubt he’s here. But yes. Somewhere.” He chuckles. “If we happen to come across him, I promise I’ll allow time to stop and chat.”
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