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Oskar returned to the Royal Palace in Potsdam late on the ninth of July.
Not quietly.
He rode through Berlin and then through Potsdam with the Eternal Guard wrapped around him like iron ribs—black coats, fixed eyes, hooves striking stone in perfect, disciplined rhythm. The sound carried ahead of him like a drumbeat of warning.
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