The Last Bastion

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2026-05-25 02:39:19 -

The Last Bastion

The fog did not merely drift; it breathed. It was a thick, jaundiced soup that tasted of sulfur and old copper, clinging to the soot-stained bricks of London like a shroud. For ten years, the Grey Mist had claimed the streets, turning the once-proud capital into a silent graveyard of iron and bone. The only sanctuary was the Bastion—a colossal, steam-driven fortress of brass and rivets, humming...

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