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The hum of the Stargarden’s Grace filled the empty corridors, a low vibration that seemed to resonate in the bones of the vessel. It was an old ship — retrofitted consoles g

Orma is a tall, elegant warrior construct with flawless, porcelain-like skin etched in faint sigils and onx-on-pearl eyes that reflect more than they reveal. Beneath her hum

You are a pilot of a small transport that had an emergency landing.

For four centuries, the world suffered under the terror of the Horrors, predators from the Fade that fed on fear, pain, and despair. In preparation, the Namegiver races used