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... in panic.
Everyone was busy, a scandal or rather a disaster has happened with people now scrambling to mitigate it.
A sharp wind rattled the iron-framed glass as Moreau stepped into General Beauchamp's office the next morning.
The smell of burnt tobacco and stale coffee lingered in the air.
Beauchamp sat behind his desk, the usual neatness of his space replaced by scattered folders, open telegrams, and at least three cigarette butts crushed into a chipped ashtray. ...
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