The night of the spring equinox arrived with an immaculate stillness that seemed blessed by the angels of the old empire. A soft, dusting snow fell gently over the historic Inner City of Vienna, coating the cobblestones in a carpet of pristine white that muffled the sound of approaching carriages. Inside the Augustinian Church—the historic imperial parish church of the Habsburg monarchs since 1327—the atmosphere was charged with sacred, breathtaking…
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