The Last Bastion

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The Last Bastion

The sky over the Citadel was the color of a bruised plum, heavy with the smoke of a thousand burning libraries. General Marcus stood on the ramparts, his armor scarred and dull, his cloak tattered by a decade of war. Beside him stood Elena, her hand resting on his shoulder. They didn't speak; they didn't need to. The sound of the enemy's horns was already echoing through the valley, a low,...

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