by Hyyena
The Eternal Front has not moved in three hundred years. The dead rise from the mud. The Church calls it a holy war. No one questions why it never ends. Aldric Voss served the Inquisition for twelve years. When a mission into one of the Pale Crowns leaves him marked with something the Church calls heresy, he writes an honest report. They sentence him to death for it. He survives the pyre. He shouldn't have. Now he's moving east — back toward the front, back toward the Crown — with something burning in his chest and a stolen revolver in his coat. Ahead: a ghost sector, a group of survivors with no reason to trust him, and a three-hundred-year-old question that someone just chose him to answer. The Crowns have been waiting. Something has changed. Grimdark fantasy. WWI-scale eternal war. Slow burn, ensemble cast, industrial horror.
