Eighty-five

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Nicholas slowly opened his eyes, his gaze adjusting to the soft morning light streaming through the translucent curtains. As consciousness washed over him, he found himself lying in a comfortable bed, surrounded by serenity and grandeur. The room exuded an unmistakable aura of classical elegance. Glacially, his eyes met the sight of a ceiling adorned with intricate Roman art. The expanse above him seemed like a portal into a different era, as if he had been transported to ancient times. The ceiling was a masterful depiction of Roman mythology and history, painted with meticulous attention to detail. Ornate frescoes showcased scenes from epic battles, gods and goddesses engaging in celestial dramas, and triumphal processions through grand archways. Every brushstroke appeared to breathe li

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