The Last Bastion
The sky over the Citadel was the color of a bruised plum, choked with the ash of a dying world. Outside the walls, the Swarm—a mindless, biological tide of chitin and hunger—had already consumed three continents. Inside, the last ten thousand humans of the species huddled in a desperate, shivering mass. Commander Thorne was the last of the instructors. He didn't teach his students how to win;...
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