Nate Garcia

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I looked on Caesar in amazement, not daring to speak. It was the man himself who spoke. Not the crown. Not the throne. No royal we, only the honest I—so much smaller, so much greater. Half-choked, I stammered, “They were your servants, Radiant Majesty.”
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