The Purity Trial
The city of Aethelgard did not float on water, but on a cushion of condensed light, drifting through a nebula of iridescent gold. It was the jewel of the sector, a place of eternal jazz, champagne fountains, and gowns made of woven starlight. Here, the elite danced to the rhythms of the "Celestial Sync," a melody that drowned out the silence of the void closing in from the edges of the nebula....
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