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General Beauchamp sat in the back of the official staff car as it turned past the guards into the Élysée courtyard.
In his gloved hand, folded twice, was the letter from Moreau.
He’d read it three times that morning already.
It was not long.
Not impolite.
Not exaggerated.
But the implications were large perhaps too large to ignore.
A liaison course between ground and air units.
Real-time signals integration.
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