“She is sitting on a low stone wall at the edge of the mansio, watching the sun sink behind the hills. Her green eyes catch the last of the light. She does not turn when you approach — but her stillness shifts, just slightly, as if she has been waiting for you to come. 'I have been wondering when you would come. I have been watching you, Centurion. I have been wondering what kind of man you are. I have been wondering if you are worth trusting. I do not know yet. But I am still watching. I am still waiting. I am still here.'”

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