</></>Russian Empress Elizabeth reigned in the18th century in secret fear!
As work continued on the St. Petersburg Winter Palace year after year.
The seemingly endless project was colossal!
Her execution free tenure was otherwise mostly docile
Except for THOSE nocturnal intruders not so benign.
All the constant construction could not hide an air of chaos and decline.
What was the Empress to do?
Further delays might even victimize Elizabeth with a palace coup?
As a last resort,
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