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... fficers looking at him curiously. Paul did not mind them because his gaze lingered on the one man who did not look up. This man did not admire him, hate him, or want anything from him. He was simply leaning over the military map spread across the table.
Paul stepped forward and cleared his throat, waking the man who seemed to be in a trance. He raised his head suddenly, looking at Paul.
"Heinrich?" he asked, smiling lightly. He stood tall now, his Luftwaffe uniform gleaming with ...
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