The Scarlet Sublimation
The city of Aethelgard was a fever dream of gold and blood. Its spires reached for a sky that was always a bruised crimson, and its streets were paved with a marble that seemed to pulse with a slow, rhythmic heartbeat. Here, the High Prelates lived in a state of eternal ecstasy, their bodies sustained by the 'Essence'—a luminous fluid extracted from the most pure and suffering of the low-born....
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