The Last Supper of Empire
(V-14: Fin de Siècle Decadence) The dining hall of the Imperial Palace was a fever dream of gold leaf, crimson velvet, and the cloying scent of overripe lilies. Julian, the Emperor of the Unified World, sat at the head of a table that stretched for fifty feet, laden with delicacies that defied nature: iridescent fish from the midnight trenches, fruits that glowed with a soft, bioluminescent...
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