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... d, metallic, full of the smell of cut earth and diesel.
Roosevelt sat in the back of the armored staff car, propped up on trembling arms, watching as construction crews swarmed across the frozen landscape like ants building a citadel for a dying queen.
Searchlights cut through the snow. Steel scaffolding groaned. Tracks clattered as convoys pushed through mud that had turned to ice. The "enclave," they still refused to call it that officially, was growing, day by day, into someth ...
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