Chapter 53 The Colosseum Sands

SAFFRON.

“The dawn air tastes like copper and frost,” I murmured, resting my forehead against the freezing iron bars of the gladiator gate.

“It tastes like an execution,” Conan’s deep, vibrating voice rumbled from the shadows directly behind me. “Are you nervous, My Queen?”

“I am entirely compose...

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