Captain’s log, 30 March 2158.

Had a chat with our financier today. It didn’t go as well as it should have.

The Hall of the Sun could be a welcoming place, depending on when one visited it. The vast room was designed to funnel starlight along its corridors, bathing its pristine white walls and columns in a golden glow. It was empty, with only the stars and universes in view in any direction. A pair of staircases wound down to her floor, coming from something overhead that had no other points of ingress.

There was a small bird bath at the front of the Hall of the Sun, or the Solar Hall, depending on how one translated the name. Renelle picked up the brilliant, semi-transparent coin that sat on the rim of the bath, dipped it in the water, and then flipped it, hoping it would...

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