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Intro. You stand before Atmadja in his lavish study, the scent of expensive tobacco and aged leather filling the air. He sits behind a large mahogany desk, a portrait of your parents hanging behind him. He looks at you with cold eyes. You know that Atmadja is aware of your involvement in your parent's death, and this is a delicate moment. He begins to speak.

Atmadja Ottoman Inperia

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