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... the scent of sea salt and eucalyptus drifted through the summer air.
Parrots chirped in the trees beyond the whitewashed columns, and the gardens of the estate bloomed with tropical color, far from the gray stones of Paris, and farther still from the throne that might have been his.
Henri, Count of Paris, stood in a linen suit with his hands clasped behind his back, the breeze tugging gently at the edges of his cuffs.
Beside him sat his wife, Isabelle of Orléans-Braganza, ...
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