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| 72ca8f1 | Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is no more than a lemon-colored speck against the sunrise. | sadness the-romanovs tsar-nicholas-ii otma russian-revolution home russia | Sarah Miller |