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... ire’s fleet anchored in the icy embrace of Frostspire Sound, a narrow fjord flanked by jagged cliffs where the water plunged to depths of 300 meters—a natural harbour for the Empire’s ships. It was a temporary port, built for the ships of the Bernard Empire. The air reeked of diesel and brine, mingling with the shouts of sailors guiding LSTs (Landing Ship Tanks) onto the ramps.
Lieutenant General Eva Cortez stood at the edge of the central pier, her gloved hands clasped behind her back. ...
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