The Last Sigh of the Red Empire

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2026-06-05 12:01:44 -

The brass gears of the Great Atmospheric Engine groaned, a sound like a dying god echoing through the obsidian halls of the New London colony. I, Arthur Pendleton, stood by the reinforced quartz window, watching the crimson horizon of Mars bleed into a sickly, iridescent grey. We had come here with the arrogance of the Victorian age, convinced that the universe was a clockwork mechanism waiting...

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