In the cold winter of 1970, when Brandt knelt down in front of the sins of his predecessors - although it was not Ludwig, His Majesty the German himself, at that moment he felt that the sins in his soul had not diminished at all, but had become heavier. The drizzle lasted for too long, but Ludwig couldn't feel the cold. Feliciano on the side threw open his umbrella, "How much rain will it take... To atone for this sin?" "Never." "But I will accompany you." 20Th manuscript w
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