Seneca’s Final Hour
<p>The ancient Roman sun bade farewell in splendid theatrics, bathing the city in a cascade of amber and gold. Shadows danced upon the city’s grandeur — the looming aqueducts, the majestic Colosseum taking shape, and the cobbled roads leading to the vast expanse of the countryside. Somewhere amidst this vast stretch of land and luxury lay Seneca’s villa, the residence of Rome’s renowned philosopher.</p>
<p>Nestled atop a gentle hill, the villa commanded an expansive view. Olive groves dotted the landscape, their silver-green leaves shimmering in the receding light. To the east, the distant peaks of the Apennine Mountains stood sentinel, their tops kissed by the lingering hues of twilight.</p>
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