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... or Homeworld, he felt it. A deep, resonant hum that vibrated up through the soles of his boots and into his very bones.
It was the sound of a planet-sized machine, running in perfect, silent harmony. The air was clean and cool, carrying no scent at all.
The silence was absolute, broken only by the faint, musical chime of his own footsteps on the crystal streets.
He stood for a moment, looking up at the impossible towers of light and the graceful, floating islands above. I ...
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