The Last Signal of the Iron Fleet
Sarah Chen cried silently in the intelligence basement of Geneva Station for forty-seven minutes, then wiped her face with the back of her hand, opened a fresh cup of coffee that was already cold, and began running the simulations again. The walls of her laboratory were covered in holographic displays -- millions of communication logs, battle reports, command-chain analyses stretching back...
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