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... > Maybe just truth.
No one knew anymore.
Moreau stood under the gray sky, his coat unbuttoned, his fingers bare despite the cold.
The ten letters were gone, hand-delivered by trusted couriers under false identities and forged clearances.
Ten names.
Ten coordinates.
No explanation.
Only a call.
He didn't need to write much.
...
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