Suppose a tiny part of the Roman Empire has survived into the 20th century? And suppose it had changed to a more than egalitarian society, in fact, one ruled by women?
I left my side-arm in the safe box in the vestibule and walked on past the marble and plaster imagines, the painted statues and busts of dead Mitelae from the gods knew how many hundreds of years. Only the under-steward was allowed to dust them; I’d never been allowed to touch them as a child.
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