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... r of officers, had grown tense, hushed.
The marble floors echoed with clipped footsteps, voices lowered to whispers.
Each week seemed to bring new tragedy, and the mood within France’s high command soured into unease.
In the war room, maps of the frontier lay unfurled across a vast table, dotted with pins and scrawled notes.
Yet none of the generals spoke of maneuvers or plans. Their conversation circled instead around the dead.
"General Dupont," one mutte ...
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