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... Royal Palace in Belgrade flet cold.
Moreau adjusted the buttons on his coat as he walked beside Ambassador Dufort, flanked by Yugoslav officers.
Their boots clicked across the stone floor as they approached the great ceremonial hall.
"This is a trap," Renaud whispered under his breath, walking behind them.
Moreau gave the slightest nod. "If it is, then we give them nothing to sink teeth into."
The doors opened into the throne room.
Grand chandelier ...
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