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... ld into a festival of impossible proportions. In the grand central plaza of the Citadel, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and exotic spices.
The gravity had been adjusted to a comfortable "universal median," allowing the spectral entities of the Ghost Nebula to float alongside the heavy-plated soldiers of the Iron Sector. Overhead, the seven suns of the Multiversal Council hung like a crown of mismatched jewels, each casting a different colored shadow upon the shifting obsidian ...
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