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Nothing Liz or anyone else could have said would have made the slightest bit of difference. Piotr’s decision was final. Hasty arrangements were made for another offensive to be launched and the word went out for volunteers, bribed with the promise of double rations. Liz told Lynette what she’d heard, and Lynette in turn went to the hotel to let Marianne, David, and the others know what was going on. She found most people gathered in a large, ground floor meeting room. The awful stench that had pervaded almost every part of the building was marginally more bearable there.
There was an ocean of empty space between the door and everyone else, and whoever crossed the void found their every step watched by many pairs of eyes. Lynette found the pressure intimidating. It was stupid, she knew
