Sample V-06: The Iron Aristocracy
The city of Aethelgard did not fly; it breathed. It was a floating continent of brass and iron, held aloft by a thousand screaming steam-turbines and the collective will of the Pure Minds. Lord Alistair was the city's heart—his consciousness was the central processor, his thoughts the laws that governed every gear and piston in the metropolis. In Aethelgard, status was measured in clock-speed....
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