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... ing under a heavy winter blanket.
But inside government buildings, inside the ministries and embassies, there was no rest.
The past year had cut too deep.
Major Étienne Moreau stood silently near the frost-kissed window of his apartment, sipping lukewarm coffee from a tin cup.
He wasn’t in uniform yet just in his undershirt, suspenders stretched over his shoulders.
The air was cold enough to make his breath visible, but his mind was elsewhere.
Janu ...
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