The Deserter's Confession
The figure emerged from the shadows at midnight. Brayn was standing guard at the edge of the camp when he saw the silhouette approaching through the ruins. They moved slowly, their body hunched, their steps unsteady. It was a woman, her clothes torn, her face streaked with dirt and exhaustion. "Help me," she gasped, collapsing to her knees. "Please... they're coming." Brayn was at her side in an instant, his hand steadying her. "Who's coming?" The woman looked up, her eyes wide with terror. "The Cult. They found me. They know about the foundation. They're coming to take it." --- The woman's name was Vera. Brayn sat in the command center, his team assembled around him. Vera was on the cot, her body trembling, her face pale. She had been on the run for weeks, hiding from the Cult's ag
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