Sample V-02: The Altar of Altruism
The floating city of Aethelgard was a masterpiece of brass, velvet, and light, drifting eternally above a world of swirling obsidian clouds. It was the last sanctuary of the human race, a glittering jewel of the Jazz Age, where champagne flowed like rivers and the orchestras never stopped playing. But the music was a mask. Beneath the sequins and the saxophone solos, the city was dying. The...
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