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... valambre, carrying the faint smell of blood.
In a bunker outside Teruel, Moreau leaned over a map with trembling fingers, his shoulder still heavily bandaged.
His eyes, however, were sharp.
Unyielding.
Across from him stood Captain Renaud, with sweat on his forehead.
"They’ve gone dark in Sector 3," Renaud said. "No contact since midnight."
"Send another courier," Moreau murmured.
"We’ve sent three. None returned."
Moreau looked up. ...
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