The Gilded Wheel
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Last published Sat, May 16, 2026
In the Isenheim Empire, powerful nobles, princes, and clerics scheme to seize the power that drips from the crown of a slumbering Emperor.
When an international trade chokepoint is sealed by a rival nation, these nobles turn on one another, striking from the shadows to preserve their business empires and their honor.
Their ruthless struggle for dominance sets the empire's gilded wheels in motion, sending tremors through a world only just beginning to rise from the ashes of an apocalypse.
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WHAT YOU CAN EXPECT :
- Alternative Future
- Political Intrigue
- Soft Fantasy
- Royalty
- Struggle for the Throne
- War
- Colonization
- Virus & Vaccine
- Religion
- Social Caste
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