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... r stood at the shattered edge of Dunkirk’s harbor wall, his posture rigid beneath the weight of his officer’s overcoat.
A cold wind whipped off the Channel, carrying with it the scent of brine, gunpowder, and the faint, acrid memory of war.
Behind him, the ruins of the town stretched in bleak silence, church steeples collapsed, windows shattered, homes cratered by artillery and air strikes.
And in the streets, the civilians watched.
Eyes, too many of them.
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