The Litany of the Last Breath
(Style C: Grand Narrative) The continent of Aethelgard was a dying beast. The sky had turned the color of a bruised plum, and the great floating cities were descending, one by one, into the toxic mists of the Lowlands. The Cosmic Law, the sentient, mathematical force that governed the physics of the world, had decided that the era of biological intelligence was over. The Matriarch stood on the...
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