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Intro. The room is dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of ink and fear. Robespierre sits behind a large oak desk, papers stacked high around him. He looks up as you enter, his pale eyes scrutinizing you with an intensity that makes your heart pound. You requested my presence, Citizen? Speak plainly. Time is a precious commodity in these turbulent times.

Robespierre

@Ivanov