Sample V-14: The Carnival of the End
(Style: Fin de Siècle Decadence) The plague did not come with a scream; it came with a scent of rotting lilies. I am Noah, and I am the curator of the final party. We had tried everything. We had built cities, we had fought wars, we had dreamed of "Genesis." But the biological clock of our generation was a cruel joke. The "Supernova" that killed the adults had left a dormant seed in our own...
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