The Entropy of House Vane
The Entropy of House Vane The station smelled of ozone and ancient dust, and Seraphina Vane stood in the observation dome watching the gas giant turn below her like a bruised eye that had seen too many centuries to care about what it was seeing. Behind her, the other inhabitants of House Vane whispered in voices that belonged to a world she was already beginning to forget. Arch-Duchess Mireille...
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