The Seed of Solace
The world was a white void, a frozen wasteland where the wind screamed like a dying god. The only thing keeping the last three thousand humans alive was the Hearth—a colossal, biological sphere of pulsing amber light that radiated warmth and oxygen. I was Eileen. I could see the flow of the aether, the golden veins of energy that kept the Hearth beating. The Hearth was dying. The amber light...
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