The Crimson Altar (V-07)

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The wind howled across the Pyrenees, carrying the scent of ozone and wet slate. I stood at the edge of the cliff, my military cloak snapping violently in the gale. Below us, the valley was a sea of torchlight, thousands of soldiers of the New Republic waiting for the signal. I was the General of the Armies, the man who had turned a peasant revolt into a continental empire, the architect of a...

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