The Echo of a Promise
The city of Lyon was a skeleton of its former self, haunted by the rhythmic thud of jackboots on cobblestones. Marcus lived in the grey space between survival and surrender, a soldier who had forgotten the sound of his own name. The trauma of the front had left him a hollow man, his memories fragmented like a shattered mirror. Clara was the only thing that felt real. She was a ghost of the...
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