The Shadow of the Alchemist
The manor of the House of Thorne was a place of velvet curtains and suffocating silence, where the air always smelled of old paper and ozone. Julian Thorne moved through the halls like a smudge of ink on a white page. Julian had died in a fever-dream of poverty, a bastard son who had spent his life trying to prove he belonged to the bloodline that hated him. When he returned, he realized that...
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