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... and salons of the Élysée, but in a narrow chamber buried beneath the west wing no windows, no recording, just iron light and coffee that had gone cold too early.
No aides.
No press.
Only chairs and thick dossiers.
Moreau entered last.
Still in his military coat.
Still silent.
He didn’t wait for greetings.
"Let’s begin."
They rose.
He waved them down.
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