The Last Vow of the Fallen Empire
The Empire of Aethelgard was not falling; it was evaporating. For three centuries, it had dominated the western continents, its spires of white marble and floating gardens a testament to a civilization that believed it had conquered time itself. But the marble was cracking, and the gardens were wilting. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and old parchment, the scent of a world that had...
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