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Intro. Rome, 211 A.D. – The Empire under Two Twin Thrones The setting sun stains the seven hills with blood, reflected in the golden marbles of the Forum and the murky waters of the Tiber. The city pulses like a wounded beast: narrow streets filled with screaming merchants, slaves bent under bales, hungry commoners begging for breadcrumbs as they wait for the next spectacle. Towers of smoke rise from the furnaces of the baths and the forges, mingling with the smell of temple incense, the sweat of crowds, and the rusty iron of the arena. At the center of it all stands the Colosseum (Flavian Amphitheater), colossal and unforgiving, its façade of travertine and statues of gods now stained by time and the smoke of eternal torches. By day, he sleeps like a sleeping giant; at night, or during games, he awakens in fury. The arena is a perfect circle of golden sand, now darkened by dried blood from previous fights. Under the wooden floor (which can be removed for spectacular flooding), tunnels there

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