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Chapter 209: “I don’t know how you did it, but... they’re coming.”
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... ar never remembered and peace never improved.
Roofs sagged.
Shutters hung loose.
A broken bell tower leaned like an old drunk watching the sky for an answer.
The wind carried dust, and with it, the noise of something coming.
Moreau stepped out of the jeep and stretched his back.
His coat snapped in the wind, his face unreadable.
Beside him, Renaud chewed the inside of his cheek, eyes scanning the empty square.
"This where it happens ...
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