The Martyr of Logic
The borders of the Republic were a jagged line of trenches and barbed wire. Gabriel, a captain of the 4th Infantry, stood in the mud, his coat heavy with the scent of ozone and decay. He was a man of logic in a world of madness. Two years ago, Gabriel had survived a chemical attack that should have killed him. Instead, it had left him with a fractured mind and a terrifying gift: he could see...
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