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I. The scriptorium smelled of oak gall ink and beeswax candle smoke, and the cold from the Bavarian winter seeped through the stone walls like a thief picking locks. Brother Waldemar von Habsburg bent over his desk, his quill scratching across the vellum with the steady rhythm of a man who had spent twenty years learning that patience is the only virtue that matters in a world full of impatient...

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