The Last Flare of the Resistance
The city of Orelia was a masterpiece of concrete and ash, a place where the sky was the color of a bruised plum and the air tasted of sulfur and old iron. It was the last stronghold of the Free Republic, a jagged island of defiance in a sea of totalitarian darkness. For five years, the Resistance had held the city, not through strength, but through a desperate, grinding tenacity. Captain Elias...
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