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... the room.
The man sat at the edge of the table, posture too casual. His fingers drummed lazily against the wooden surface, his expression impassive. But Winter saw the tells. The quick flick of his gaze toward Bale when the lieutenant spoke. The way his shoulders stiffened, then relaxed, as if consciously correcting himself.
He’s listening too closely. Choosing his reactions.
"...Our mission is straightforward," Bale announced, his voice carrying over the ...
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