The Architect of Shadows (V-03)
Modern New York is not a city; it is a ledger of debts and desires, written in neon and blood. Most people believe they are the authors of their own lives, but they are merely footnotes in a larger, more predatory narrative. I am the one who holds the pen. They call me Silas Thorne. To the world, I am a curator of the obscure, a man who deals in crumbling papyri and rusted astrolabes from a...
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