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Chapter Fifteen
San Francisco, California/November 28
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Fascism can never take root in the former Soviet Union. The memory of the Nazi invasion and sixty million casualties makes "Russian fascism" an oxymoron.
THE CLEMMONS UNIVERSITY REVIEW
At two hours after midnight Morgan and Anna Neville sat in the bar of the Bella Italia restaurant at the foot of Hyde Street. They were the last patrons. The bartender polished his glasses slowly but thoroughly, patiently waiting for them to leave. Through the steamed windows facing Beach Street and the bay could be seen the fog-dimmed lights of a departing ship moving toward the Golden Gate and the open Pacific. The Golden Gate Bridge towers were blanketed by the mist, glowing from within with the light of the sodium-vapor lights on the span.
"Two o'clock," Anna Neville said in a thin, strained voice. "A brave new day coming."
"Do you want to go back to your hotel?" Morgan asked.
"No. Do I have to?"

 
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