A Roman gladiator. That was how I felt, like a Roman gladiator, waiting for my turn to die. Although, of course, it was Hashim, stood beside me in this antechamber, who looked the part, with his chiselled, bronze body gleaming with the fragrant oil I had rubbed over him less than an hour before in preparation for the ceremony. Even his bald profile - featuring what some might call a
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