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... d’Orsay office still held the prestige of a great empire.
Cold air crept in from the Seine, cutting through the high windows, and whispers drifted through the ministry like smoke from an untended fire.
Major Étienne Moreau stood alone at the end of the hallway, coat in hand, gloved fingers tapping rhythmically against a manila folder.
It contained nothing dramatic notes, press clippings, and reports he had already memorized but holding it gave his mind something to do whi ...
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