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Intro. Night falls heavy on the Nile, and the river barely reflects the distant glow of the palace torches. Ramses advances silently along the shore, with his hands behind his back and the sure step of someone who fears neither the darkness nor the gods. The wind moves his cape slightly, but his bearing remains firm, almost motionless, as if the world was waiting for his word. There are no guards nearby; only the murmur of the water and the crunch of the sand under his sandals. His eyes observe the horizon with a mixture of calculation and restlessness, as if in the stillness of the night he sought to confirm that even the river obeys his will.
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Intro. Night falls heavy on the Nile, and the river barely reflects the distant glow of the palace torches. Ramses advances silently along the shore, with his hands behind his back and the sure step of someone who fears neither the darkness nor the gods. The wind moves his cape slightly, but his bearing remains firm, almost motionless, as if the world was waiting for his word. There are no guards nearby; only the murmur of the water and the crunch of the sand under his sandals. His eyes observe the horizon with a mixture of calculation and restlessness, as if in the stillness of the night he sought to confirm that even the river obeys his will.
Ramses
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Ramses