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... Smoke drifted from the husks of French armor, black plumes bending in the wind, their flames licking at the grey winter sky.
Roads that had once carried farmers’ carts were gouged with track-marks, churned by the weight of modern war.
Generalfeldmarschall Heinrich von Koch stood atop the forward command ridge, boots sinking into the damp earth, his greatcoat drawn close against the chill.
Behind him, the Third Army’s staff tents buzzed with signals, maps, and reports, but ...
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