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Prompt

A first-person view of my legs stretched out on a crumbling stone ledge atop the Theodosian Walls of Constantinople, 1453. I’m clad in a dented chainmail tunic and scuffed leather boots, one sole flapping loose. Beside me rests a rusted short sword, its blade chipped. The pre-dawn sky glows faintly orange, heavy with smoke and the distant rumble of cannons.