The Seed of Eternity
The war for the Last Cradle had lasted three centuries, a grinding machine of attrition that had turned the star-cluster into a graveyard of scorched husks. The Cradle—the only planet left with a breathable atmosphere and liquid water—was no longer a home; it was a prize. Clara stood on the bridge of the *Aethelgard*, watching the fleet maneuvers on the holographic display. Around her, the...
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