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... enerators and the occasional hiss of venting cryogenics.
Beyond the security cordon, the North Sea wind whipped over the dunes, carrying with it the scent of salt and iron.
On the pad stood Wotan, a three-stage, liquid-fueled monster born from the same family as the Reich’s submarine-launched ballistic missiles, sleek, slate-gray, and bristling with antennae.
It was not adorned with propaganda markings or flags; this was not for the newspapers. This was for history.
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