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Episode 103: The Infinite Apex

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​There is an exquisite, terrifying stillness to an empire that has successfully outlived the very concept of time itself.

​Across the ten thousand galaxies of the Vance domain, the machinery of civilization maintained its eternal, frictionless hum. Planets turned upon their axes, hyperspace lanes pulsed with autonomous trade fleets, and billions of citizens went about their orderly lives beneath a sky that had long since forgotten the meaning of war. There were no borders left to expand, no riv
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