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Episode 72: The Eternal Bastion

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​There is an intrinsic majesty in a horizon that refuses to shift.

​For ages beyond counting, the ten thousand galaxies of the Vance empire had revolved in unyielding obedience around a single focal point: the Obsidian Spire. Built from the crushed heart of a dead star, the Spire stood as an eternal monument to a war that had ended so long ago its combatants had faded into mythology. Outside the towering quartz vaults, the cosmos operated with the cold, frictionless precision of a masterwork cl
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