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chapter fifty seven

Author: Mac
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-11-01 01:21:03

POV: Odalys

It was not the fortress that was burning. It was the hillside.

A long, ragged strip of the false rock above the north hatch had caught fire, probably from a stray spark, and smoke was pouring out of it in a thick black column and drifting off across the field. The grass around it was scorched to the root. The camouflage, the carefully layered concrete and turf that Thaddeus's crew had spent three weeks laying over steel frames, had split along one seam, and the ugly gray bones of t
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