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IRON CROSSROADS A heavy cloud of dangerous tension hung over the Reich captial of Berlin, even the people walking the streets past the immensely impressive Reich Chancellory building could sense that there was something decisive to the war looming within its tall guilded halls. It was a beautiful June day in Germany and the sun was shining bright upon the city as an usually cool breeze blew through the maze of office buildings, shops, and cafes giving off a scent of happiness the war weary hearts of the people in it had not felt for some time. In the halls of the great Chancellery building itself however, there were no such illusions as t