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27.10.2025, 6:20
The morning at Fordow began with silence. Not the resonant, working silence filled with the hum of centrifuges, but a different kind—tense, expectant, like the calm before a storm. Breakfast in the canteen was silent. Rezai ate quickly, looking at no one. Rustam crumbled sugar into his tea but didn’t drink. Zahra could feel the air vibrating with the unsaid. At 9:00, they were supposed to meet the inspectors at the entrance to Sector B-7. But an IRGC officer stopped them in the corridor
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