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Chapter 271: You know it’s strange how often beauty ends up with power.
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... with a flag. You all fought on it.
Westminster.
The hall was quiet when they entered.
One by one. In no particular order. But no one dared be last.
Moreau walked in alone, no aides, no folder.
He didn’t take his seat right away.
Stalin arrived with Molotov at his elbow, whispering like a conscience.
They moved slowly, unhurried, like this was a chessboard that would never end.
Mussolini greeted no one, but adjusted his cuffs twice. Behi ...
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