The Admiral's Lament
The bridge of the *Sovereign* was a cathedral of steel and light, overlooking the burning remains of the Third Colony. Admiral Thorne stood at the viewport, his reflection a ghost against the backdrop of a dying world. He had won. The ancient Empire's vanguard had been repelled, their ships shattered into a million shards of obsidian. But the cost was a planet. Four billion souls had been...
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