The Celestial Pilgrimage (V-02)
The floating city of Aethelgard did not drift; it ascended. To the inhabitants of the Gilded Age, the Great Migration was not a flight from a dying star, but a holy exodus. We lived in a world of white marble, jazz, and champagne, soaring through the velvet blackness of space in a city that looked like a dream of Paris designed by a mad god. Julian was a creature of the salons, a poet of the...
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