Pro - Memoria

"Look at this," the Emperor muttered, gesturing to the eternal city. "My legacy is written in granite."

The slave leaned in again, his eyes reflecting the setting sun. "Marble crumbles, and granite turns to dust. You ride home in triumph today, but the same earth waiting for the beggar at the gate is waiting for you." Pro Memoria

The slave bowed low, a faint, knowing smile on his lips. "Tomorrow, I will whisper it again." Ghost - Pro Memoria "Look at this," the Emperor muttered, gesturing to