The Last Seed of Man
The wind did not blow across the plains of the White Waste; it screamed, a relentless, freezing gale that carried the powdered remains of a dead world. Commander Elias Thorne stood atop the ramparts of the Ark, the last fortress of humanity, watching the horizon where the sky was a permanent, bruised purple. Below him, the city-state of New Eden huddled in the shadow of the great thermal...
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