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... inistrative Wing was not designed for warriors.
It was designed for men who never dirtied their uniforms.
Cold, circular, and perfectly polished, the chamber’s domed ceiling was engraved with the faded emblem of the Republic of Arkon—a broken spear crossing a burning sun. Beneath it sat five men and two women, all adorned in immaculate officer uniforms that had never seen the front lines.
They were the Logistical High Committee of the northern Frontier,for outpost grim ho ...
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