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... ed easily.
But in early December, a tremor ran beneath the floor of the military quarter.
It began not with gunfire or scandal, but with a name whispered across corridors Delon.
Two years in exile hadn’t softened him.
On the contrary he’d returned leaner, quieter, colder.
There were no memos, no announcements.
He didn’t request meetings.
He simply arrived.
And when he did, people listened.
Or they remembered what happened th ...
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