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... these days.
Rain tapped softly against the narrow windows. The only light in the room came from green-glass desk lamps and a projector that clicked noisily every few seconds as it advanced through aerial reconnaissance slides.
On the screen was a sequence of photographs taken from a high-altitude British scout plane: the Catalonian ridge, or what was left of it.
It looked like Hell had skimmed the earth with a hot blade.
Sir Alistair Fenwick; who was a senior anal ...
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