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... gleamed under the gaslights, the Brandenburg Gate standing watch over the capital like an ancient sentinel.
Inside the marble corridors of the Berliner Schloss, the air was thick with the scent of polish and cigars.
King Arthur Arz von Straußenburg of Hungary was not a man to fidget, but the long walk to the Kaiser’s private salon made his fingers drum the silver head of his cane.
He wore the full dress of his restored kingdom, green tunic, gold braid, and the sash of St ...
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