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Chapter 340: He’s always right. That’s his curse.
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... before dawn and did not stop.
By nine o’clock it had turned from a drizzle into a steady English sheet that made the flag above Number 10 hang heavy and dark.
In the Cabinet Room the green baize table was crowded with files and tea cups.
A map of Central Europe lay unfolded, pinned by a paperweight and the Prime Minister’s spectacles case.
The windows were beaded with water so thick the street beyond looked like it had been rubbed out.
Neville Chamberlain ...
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