Requiem for the Narcissistic Ghost of Empire
Grey fog chokes the throat of the Neva, just as a sullen, damp despair now suffocates the collective Russian soul. A leaden sky hangs over the gilded domes of Moscow, reflecting not the light of a rising sun, but the sickly pallor of an empire entering its final, agonizing convulsions. The “Great Liquidation” begins not…

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