The Last Bastion
The sky over the Last Bastion was a bruised purple, choked by the spores of the Hive. For fifty years, the same alien nightmare had consumed the Earth, leaving only a handful of subterranean cities connected by reinforced tunnels. Commander Vance was a man of iron and ash, a soldier who had forgotten the sound of a bird's song but remembered the exact weight of a pulse-rifle. Vance had not...
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