The Twilight of Idols
The wind howled across the plains of Europe, carrying the scent of ozone and gunpowder. It was 1938, and the world was a tinderbox waiting for a spark. Julian Thorne, the last scion of a house that had once commanded provinces, stood in the ruins of his family's library, watching the embers of a burnt ledger drift in the air. Julian had not returned to his youth to save his house. He had...
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