The Velvet Apocalypse

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The cathedral-ship *Sorrow* drifted through the iridescent mists of the Omega Nebula, a floating gothic monument to a race that had forgotten how to breathe. Sister Clara walked the corridors of the ship, her heavy velvet robes sweeping against the cold obsidian floors. The air was thick with the scent of frankincense and decaying ozone. Around her, the walls were adorned with frescoes of the...

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