The Confluence of The Gorge and The SpireThe planet had no name in any galactic registry. To the few who knew of it, it was simply SR-883, a silica-rich rock with a thin, whispering atmosphere and a single, remarkable geological feature: the Glass Plains. For a thousand miles in every direction, ...
Read MoreThe Lonely Mountain was not lonely that night. It thrummed, not with the distant whisper of stolen gold, but with a deeper, more profound vibration. It was a song that resonated not in the air, but in the fabric of space itself. Smaug the Terrible, last great fire-drake of Middle-earth, lay coile...
Read MoreThe power didn’t feel like a thunderclap. For David, it was more like noticing a dial in the back of his mind that he’d never seen before, and realizing he could turn it. A slight adjustment of internal pressure, a quiet click of will, and the world softened at the edges, ea...
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