The Final Void
The chronometer on the wall of the Observation Deck did not tick; it pulsed, a rhythmic, dying heartbeat of a civilization that had forgotten the meaning of a day. Elias stood before the great quartz pane, his reflection a ghost superimposed over the void. For three thousand years, the Great Engines had screamed, pushing the world through the frozen silence of the interstellar medium. Now, they...
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