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The walls seemed to sweat with the drizzle clinging to London that morning; the windows were grey with mist and shame alike.
Around the long table, Britain’s senior admirals sat like men who had just stepped out of a funeral, each avoiding the other’s eyes, each knowing whatever illusions they had held about the war at sea had already been stripped bare in the Channel.
The First Sea Lord cleared his throat.
The rasp of it sounded older than his years.
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