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Sultan's Song

Sultan's Song

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Mar 2, 2019
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Historical
Alexander Ivanov was born one cold, Autumn night in September. He cried, as most newborns do, and his mother held him to her, cradled him as she too cried. All the pain had been worth it to see this little boy look at her with his sapphire blue eyes. She vaguely felt a coldness seep into her bones and a dizziness settled behind her eyes. The Empress died with her newborn son clutching her still-warm finger...
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