The Iron Echo
The borderlands of Eastern Europe were a landscape of rusted fences and forgotten bunkers, where the wind tasted of sulfur and old grief. Viktor had once been the ghost of the special forces, a commander whose name was whispered in fear by the regimes he had helped topple. He was a man of absolute loyalty, until that loyalty became his noose. The betrayal happened in a rain-slicked forest near...
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