The Azure Utopia
The Caribbean sun was a blinding white disc, turning the turquoise waters of Aethelgard into a shimmering sheet of sapphire. Julian Vane stood at the edge of the Great Pier, his linen suit crisp and white, his eyes shielded by dark glasses. Below him, the city hummed—not with the frantic, jagged energy of New York, but with a rhythmic, intentional grace. Aethelgard was not just a city; it was a...
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