The Ember of Aeons (V-02)
The city of Orizon was a masterpiece of champagne and chrome, a floating metropolis where the elite danced on the edge of eternity. In Orizon, the air smelled of synthetic jasmine and expensive desperation. The inhabitants lived in a state of perpetual gala, ignoring the fact that the universe outside their shimmering dome was cooling into a grey, lifeless slush. Clara was the crown jewel of...
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