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... > The meeting room wasn't designed for diplomacy. It was a bunker, plain and functional. Concrete walls. Sandbags in the corners. A pair of rusting fans turning slowly on the ceiling. A rectangular metal table bolted to the floor sat at the center, covered with maps, marked-up aerial photos, half-burnt notebooks, and a portable radio wired to a backup battery.
Thomas Estaris sat at one end of the table, his back straight, hands resting calmly. He wore no rank on his vest, no insignia on ...
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