The Boy, The Bull, And The Secret The arena wanted blood. That’s what the crowd came for. Thousands filled the stone seats beneath the burning Roman sun, roaring for spectacle as guards dragged a young boy onto the sand. He was barefoot, chained, and accused of crimes no one bothered proving. To the empire, he was nothing — just another orphan meant to disappear beneath the roar of the crowd. Then the gates opened. A massive black bull stormed into the arena, muscles rippling beneath scarred skin, its horns sharpened like weapons. The ground shook beneath its weight. Nobles leaned...
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