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... silence. Winter had settled like a thick blanket across the capital—still, cold, and waiting.
In the Emperor’s private study, the fire crackled softly, casting long shadows on the walls. Olga stood by the hearth, her gloved hand stretched forward, offering a sealed letter.
Czar Vladimir took it with a glance, his fingers brushing hers for a second before pulling back.
His brow furrowed. "What is this?"
Olga’s voice didn’t flinch. "It’s time."
She said noth ...
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