The Tower of Last Breath
The Mediterranean sun was a cruel gold, baking the white marble of the city-state of Aethelgard. Theron, the High Priest of the Solar Order, stood atop the Ziggurat, looking out over a civilization that believed itself eternal. The prophecy had come not from a god, but from a "Star-Stone"—a fragment of a higher-dimensional probe that had crashed into the harbor a century ago. The stone had...
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