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... and warm.
A single lamp burned low on Bruno’s desk, its golden light pooling over a neat stack of dossiers and the thin ribbon of steam rising from his untouched coffee.
He sat back in his chair, a dark silhouette against the shelves of leather-bound ledgers.
His eyes moved over the latest intelligence report, handwritten in the precise script of one of his most trusted clerks, relaying every word spoken between Hughes and Roosevelt in the cabin that night.
There ...
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