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... again, muttering as he inspected the alignment of the contacts.
Luc was bent over the wiring jig, threading thin wires with surgeon’s precision, while Henri rattled away at the typewriter, pulling intercepts into fresh stacks.
Alan Turing stood at the chalkboard, coat discarded, sleeves rolled up, his handwriting sprawling in wide columns of numbers and letters.
The Frenchmen had begun to joke that the board itself was his second laboratory half mathematics, half battlef ...
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