Sample V-14: The Homecoming Paradox
Julian stepped off the plane at JFK Airport, and for the first time in ten thousand years, he felt the biting, honest cold of a New York December. He was wearing a tailored charcoal suit, his posture perfect, his eyes containing the stillness of a man who had watched galaxies collide and empires crumble into dust. In the Other-Place, he had been the Sovereign of the Void. He had rewritten the...
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