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... d turned from grey in the last three hours.
Metz.
Rouen.
Brest.
Delon leaned over the map and muttered, "They still think there’s something to protect."
Beauchamp lit a match nearby. "There is. It’s just not theirs anymore."
Near the German border.
In a trench near the forest’s edge, Lieutenant Sylvain Dupray adjusted his stiff collar and peered through his scope.
"They’re holding the bridge," he said to his second. "Roughly twenty ...
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