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... ss a dozen key junctions, orders were whispered in telegraph offices, and under the ceilings of ancient cathedrals, priests lit candles not for the dead, but for those yet to march.
Moreau’s speech had detonated like a shell across the landscape of French consciousness.
Where once there had been hesitation, there now stood resolve.
At 16:00 hours the previous day, the Head of State had not merely declared a decision, he had rekindled a national identity.
His voice ...
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