Title: The Last Echo of Valor
The mud of the borderlands did not just cling to the boots; it seeped into the soul. Arthur lay pressed against the freezing earth, the scent of ozone and rotting vegetation filling his nostrils. He was a ghost in a world of iron and blood, a man whose very existence was an anachronism. He remembered the training—the sterile halls of the Academy, the precise calculations of windage and...
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