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... in mourning, but the silence was mixed not with reverence but with suspicion.
Black banners hung heavy over old stone buildings, fluttering lifelessly in the damp wind.
Posters of King Alexander I were plastered to every public wall his face stoic, eyes full of a stern melancholy that now seemed prophetic.
On street corners, Serbian Royal Guards stood like statues, their rifles polished, their faces hardened.
After replying to Dufort, Moreau stepped out of the em ...
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