In ancient Rome, when a general returned from conquest, he was granted a triumph, a lavish parade through the city. He rode in a chariot, clothed in purple, crowned with laurel, as the crowds roared and the Senate honored him like a god. Slaves carried the spoils of war. Prisoners marched in chains. The entire city was his stage. But behind him, standin…
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