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... ting restless shadows that danced across the old maps scattered haphazardly on his desk. Each shifting shadow seemed to echo the uncertainty lingering in the corners of his mind. He paused, exhaling slowly, watching the candlelight flicker, the flame almost hesitant—as if sensing the gravity of the moment.
Quill poised steadily between his fingers, he drew a slow, deep breath before continuing to write, each stroke meticulously calculated. The final line of his letter to Prince Erich car ...
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