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Ominous, black and still was the sea. It was 0200, Aug. 22, 1958. Position: 35° N. 73° Wabout 200 miles off the North Carolina coast. A periscope sliced through the surface, and the playing reflections of stars rippled in retreat like scattering minnows. Fifty-eight feet below, in the control room of the submarine, men stood their watches in the eerie green glow of instrument lights. The prison silence was broken only by the whir of a generator, the purr of a hydraulic pump, the leaky-faucet sound of water trickling down the...
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