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... amouflaged under decades of peacetime bureaucracy, it was once the beating heart of France's war machinery.
These days, it was a mausoleum of memories, where high-ranking officers played politics more than war.
But today, there were whispers.
General Delon entered the eastern corridor.
Officers straightened as he passed.
Beauchamp followed, hands in his pockets, watching everything.
The first door they knocked on belonged to Brigadier General Chauv ...
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