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... olemn but tense. The kind of tension that coiled beneath every breath, like a wire pulled too tight.
President Franklin Delano Roosevelt sat behind his desk, a half-drained glass of bourbon beside him.
His fingers drummed softly against the polished wood. Across from him, Secretary of State Cordell Hull, Director of the OSS William Donovan, and a cadre of aides stood like specters in a funeral hall.
The aerial reconnaissance images on the projector wall told the story non ...
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