The Last Peak
The mountains of the Alps in 1912 were not just peaks of rock and ice; they were the last bastions of a world that refused to die. Victor stood on a ridge, the wind whipping his military cloak, his eyes scanning the valley below with a precision that was almost mechanical. Ten years ago, Victor had been a captain of the Imperial Guard, a man of honor and unwavering loyalty. But the Great War...
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