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... ry shelling, hastily patched over with plaster and fresh coats of paint, but the cracks ran deeper than the walls.
They ran through the soul of a nation stretched to breaking, and through the last threadbare illusions of American control in the Pacific.
President Franklin D. Roosevelt sat beneath a lacquered American eagle, his wheelchair carefully positioned behind a long mahogany table.
On the other side sat three men, representatives of the Civic Front, the nominal pol ...
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