The Last Bastion
The sky over the city of Oakhaven was the color of a bruised plum, heavy with the smoke of a thousand fires. The Great War had turned the continent into a slaughterhouse, and Oakhaven was the last city that still believed in the concept of a front line. It was a place of desperate courage and absolute terror, where the only currency that mattered was a small piece of dry bread and a single,...
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