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... hour.
Most of the officers had turned in for the night,
The only sound in the dimly lit storage room was the faint clink of glass against wood as Moreau swirled the last remnants of whiskey in his cup.
He had been drinking alone for nearly an hour, lost in thought.
The door creaked open.
Moreau didn't bother looking up.
He already knew who it was by the sound of the boots against the floor.
"Lieutenant Fournier."
Fournier stepped in ...
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