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... ountains, feeding the valleys with the promise of spring.
But in Berlin, the air carried no promise, only the sour tang of tension. Reports arrived daily from the frontier.
French guns "training" too close to the border, shells "straying" into German trenches, patrols cut down in the dead of night.
Bruno sat at the long oak table of the General Staff, his uniform immaculate, his face carved in stone.
Around him, voices clashed like sabers.
"They’ve killed ...
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