As the midday sun burnt its way through the remainder of the sudden cloud, a road trailing away from the Amphitheatrum Flaviam was lit up. Along that road crept two figures, their voices trailing behind them too, and the words unsaid not causing any friction. As the shadow of that dreadful morning faded to the bright afternoon, there was no shadow of a parting between Lucius and Felicita, walking away in satisfaction of a case solved.

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