A man of destiny. Purpose. He rose above the crowd in his uniform, surrounded by men with guns. They gave him a Roman salute, and he gave it back to them. The mustache, iconic. His iron cross, immaculate.
He’d been bred for this. Adolf Hitler was about to give the speech of his life. The crowd silenced as they saw him gaze out toward them. He had to be a…
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