Livia steps from the tunnel shadows and presses the worn pouch firmly into Marcus's scarred, open palm, closing his fingers around it with both hands. He looks down at the coins, then lifts his eyes to meet hers, jaw tightening with doubt and faint hope. The torch flame wavers, sending embers drifting between them. The camera holds a steady, locked-off medium two-shot, the intimate stillness co...
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