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The SRP-F310II 3-inch (80mm) thermal printer, offers a front exit, splash proof design, featuring BIXOLON’s Liquid-Barrier™ technology and built-in power supply. Producing 180dpi or 300dpi printed media at an impressive 350mm/second makes it suitable for a number of applications in Retail, Hospitality, Healthcare, Warehousing and more.

The light in the Senate chamber was harsh, casting long, sharp shadows that seemed to point like daggers toward the center of the room. As he walked, the rhythmic thud of his sandals echoed, a lonely sound against the sudden, suffocating silence of the gathered elite.

"Caesar," a voice whispered, though he couldn't tell from where.

The last thing he felt wasn't the blade, but the weight of a gaze he knew too well. Through the folds of the wool, he saw Marcus Brutus, the boy he had treated as a son. "Even you?" the thought flickered, unspoken.

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The light in the Senate chamber was harsh, casting long, sharp shadows that seemed to point like daggers toward the center of the room. As he walked, the rhythmic thud of his sandals echoed, a lonely sound against the sudden, suffocating silence of the gathered elite.

"Caesar," a voice whispered, though he couldn't tell from where.

The last thing he felt wasn't the blade, but the weight of a gaze he knew too well. Through the folds of the wool, he saw Marcus Brutus, the boy he had treated as a son. "Even you?" the thought flickered, unspoken.