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... p> Great Eastern Empire

June 15th

Year 1053

The time was 12 am.

Normally, the city of Askal would be asleep as it was midnight, but today, the city was wide awake.

Men, women and children, young and old; people from all categories were awake.

The Imperial Palace in the centre of Askal was crowded by hundreds of journalists and news reporters from various radio stations and newspapers across the country and even foreign news agencies.

The re ...

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