The Star-Crossed Epoch
The void of interstellar space is not black; it is a shimmering, oppressive violet, the color of a bruise that never heals. Captain Thorne sat in the observation dome of the *S.S. Aethelgard*, watching the distant flicker of a dying star. He was the last of the First Generation, a man whose life had been stretched across four centuries by the Chronos-Drive. Thorne had been chosen for the Great...
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