King Xerxes: What He Did to His Own Daughters Was Worse Than Death

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The air in the room is thick, not just warm, but heavy, like you could scoop it up with your hand. It reeks of sweet incense, of myrr oil, and underneath it all there is something quieter, almost invisible, but sharper than any perfume. Fear. The only light comes from the last weak rays of sunset, straining through layers of silk curtains. Everythi... Read More