PREVIEW
... s wet, colourless and gloomy.
Inside the Foreign Office.
Only the ticking of the longcase clock in Room 84 reminded anyone that time still moved forward.
Sir Samuel Hoare stood before a long walnut table, arms folded behind his back, the final agreement resting before him.
Across from him stood Joachim von Ribbentrop, posture perfect, eyes gleaming under a mask of calm.
His gloved hands rested lightly on a leather folder.
Behind him, an aide in a g ...
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