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The Guardian of Secrets

In the shroud of the world's grand play, A bear stands guard, firm and opaque, Shielding a mystery, keeping watchers at bay, Its reasons are a puzzle, layered and intricate. What truth it guards, beneath the starry cloak, As the world watches, in silent conjecture, Is concealed in a diplomat's masterstroke, An enigma locked within a geopolitical structure.

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The Guardian of Secrets