The Last Vanguard of Honor
## Act I: The Weight of the Gilded Epaulette The bridge of the *S.S. Valerius* was a cathedral of cold steel and dying light. Admiral Valerius stood at the prow, his spine a rigid line of discipline that defied the chaos of the collapsing star-system. His uniform, a deep navy with gold braids that had seen a hundred battles, felt heavier than it had in his youth. It was not the weight of the...
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