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Chapter 310: Condolences, Edvard. For a country that’s not yet dead.
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... he Republic.
The phone on Krofta’s desk rang just before sunrise.
He’d fallen asleep against a folder of telegrams, waking with a start at the shrill tone.
Marta answered first.
"It’s Paris," she whispered, passing the receiver. "At last."
Krofta pressed the phone to his ear, barely breathing.
The line crackled.
A French official, voice drained and formal.
"Monsieur Krofta, I bring regards from Minister Moreau. The situation is most reg ...
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