I am below ground, but I am not in Hades. I fell through a trapdoor. I am somewhere in the Temple of Albanus still and my adopted brother is no ghost; of that I am sure.   

‘What are you going to do to me?’

‘What do you think, my little brother?’

‘I am not your brother, Patricius. I never have been, and I never wanted to be, either’.

‘No? And what about now, Lupus? Second-in-command to my father and heir to his lands and his riches?’

‘I never wanted any of that, Patricius. I was happy to be his assistant. I never called him father – I never could, even though he asked me to. You are his only son. I recognise that: I always have, and I always will’.

Patricius laughed and look...

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