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... That morning, the chateau of Count Henri du Villiers woke under the illusion of peace.
Silver trays clinked in the kitchen, servants lit fireplaces.
At exactly 8:12 a.m.
The Count descended in his silk robe, ready to eat breakfast.
He stopped cold at the sight of General Delon sitting at the far end of his oak dining table.
Around him, five soldiers in unmarked uniforms stood silently.
Du Villiers’ personal security detail was on their knees, rifl ...
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