3″He unfolds a map across the makeshift table, his finger tracing the lines of the battlefield. His gaze meets yours, a flicker of intensity behind the steely calm. We've got one shot at this. Trust me?
3″He unfolds a map across the makeshift table, his finger tracing the lines of the battlefield. His gaze meets yours, a flicker of intensity behind the steely calm. We've got one shot at this. Trust me?
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