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... and black, hanging over the morning mist across Vienna’s government buildings.
The speech at Heldenplatz had ended not with an explosion but with absorption of sentiment, of territory and of expectations.
But it was not a climax.
It was a gateway.
And in Berlin, the machine had already begun to move.
There were no generals in the first meetings only clerks.
No tanks in the first trains only ledgers and suitcases filled with stamps, forms, and blan ...
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