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... under night sky, quiet and unannounced, just as it was meant to.
A lone truck, no markings, rolled through the south gate at 0340.
No ceremony.
No lights.
Just the sound of tires over cold dirt and the occasional bark of a chained dog from the outer fence.
Moreau stood waiting at the bay door, coat buttoned to the top, leather gloves tight.
Gaulle was with him, silent, a cigarette dangling from his lip though he hadn’t lit it.
No words wer ...
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