The Iron Hierarchy
The city of Aethelgard was a vertical nightmare. At the apex sat the High Council, living in sprawling estates of glass and light, where the air was scented with jasmine and the wine flowed like water. At the base, in the crushing pressure of the Foundation, lived the Basal—the millions who labored in the heat and noise to keep the planetary engines humming. Silas was a child of the Foundation....
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