Nothing Beside Remains
The earth is dead, humanity scattered across space that bends and snaps under the pressure of Einstein-defying engines, demons scattered, too, no more evil than any other alien now and no less, and of the single unlikely cohort that saved the universe a time or two before its members fell finally to decay, only it remains, only she, the ever-watchful always-turning Key.
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