The Last Bastion (Expanded)
The sky over the Wasteland was the color of a bruised plum, heavy with the ash of a thousand fallen cities and the ghosts of a billion lost dreams. Commander Elias stood on the ramparts of the Bastion, the last city of man, watching the horizon for any sign of movement. He was a man of iron and scars, a leader who had forgotten how to smile but remembered every single way to survive in a world...
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