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The wax was still warm, a deep, bleeding crimson that stained Elias von Ziedler’s fingertips. He stared at the heavy parchment in his hand, the seal bearing a crest that had been erased from every official record in Silesia thirty years prior. Beside him, the courier lay slumped…
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