The Last Bastion
The sky over the Last Bastion was the color of a bruised plum, choked by the spores of the Hive. For three centuries, humanity had been hunted across the stars, their colonies extinguished one by one. Now, only one city remained, a jagged spire of steel and desperation clinging to a frozen rock at the edge of the galaxy. I was Commander Vance. I hadn't asked for the command, but in a world of...
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