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... n attentive crowd, but the breathless hush that follows a lightning strike.
Pierre stood in the middle of the cobblestones, his red hair catching the morning sunlight like flames. Every head turned toward him—sailors gripping their rifles tighter, civilians shrinking back, officers on the platform freezing mid-motion.
A young sailor on the stage raised a trembling finger, his voice cracking with shock and recognition.
"It’s him! The Red-Haired Menace!"
The words h ...
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