Three bullets against an empire.....

The sea froze black beneath the moon, and the radio had been silent for six days.

DCX sat alone in the ruined lighthouse outside Liepāja, one arm wrapped in blood-stained bandages, rifle across his knees. Every few minutes he lifted the cracked binoculars toward the horizon, where rumors said the Japanese fleet would appear.

Nobody believed the rumors at first.

Japan was half a world away. Latvia was forgotten by most maps. Yet cities had burned across Europe in strange new wars, and refugees carried impossible stories: islands conquered overnight, silent aircraft crossing continents, soldiers who never surrendered.

Now the coast was empty except for him.

The others had retreated inland after the bombing. DCX stayed because someone had to watch the sea. Because his younger brother had vanished in the first attack. Because leaving felt too much like surrender.

Wind screamed through the broken lighthouse windows. Snow drifted across the stairs like ash.

At dawn, he finally saw them.

Dark shapes moved along the horizon — low and enormous. Ships.

His heartbeat slowed instead of quickening. Fear had burned itself out days ago. All that remained was duty.

DCX checked the rifle. Three bullets left.

He laughed quietly at that.

Three bullets against an empire.....

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