Chapter 14: Shelley Eoghan and the Ruins of Dusk

“This is Director Rosencrantz Guirlande of the Sophist Aristocracy. Any and all trespassers surrender yourselves at once.”

The words passed through the aether like ripples in water, growing in strength and volume with each new set of ears that acknowledged them. The aether was weird like that.

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