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The war room around him had been cleared; the officers who’d kept the projectors and relays warm had long since gone to their bunks or their vices.
He liked the silence. It let him hear the things that were never printed in intelligence summaries, the small adjustments of policy, the quiet arithmetic of lives traded for objectives.
Across the table, the world was a smear of names and lines and shaded spheres of influence.
Europe glittered with familiar const ...
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