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In 1897, the heart of an empire was dismantled.

Priceless bronzes and carvings were packed into crates, bound for the distant shores of

a foreign land. Behind the smoke, a spiritual void emerged. Sacred shrines,

once vibrant with ritual, fell into a haunting silence, smothered by the

cold ash of neglect. Oba Ovonramwen stood on the shore of his exile,

eyes fixed on the horizon. He tasted only the profound bitterness of a crown

stolen away. The sun sets on a city under occupation. Life continues in

the shadows, a somber testament to a glory that was, and a legacy