The Symphony of the Spheres
The conservatory was a spire of glass and ivory, floating amidst the iridescent clouds of the Aethelgard Nebula. Inside, the air tasted of ozone and jasmine. Clara stood at the center of the Great Hall, her violin tucked under her chin, the bow poised like a needle over the strings. For centuries, the inhabitants of the Nebula had lived in fear of the "Shatterers," a nomadic fleet of...
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