The Amber Codex
The Amber Codex Act I: The Spark The dust in Blackwood Manor tasted of three generations of neglect. Arthur Blackwood knelt on the floor of the attic, his fingers tracing the spine of a leather-bound volume he had pulled from a collapsed shelf. It was 1888, and the manor's last shilling had been spent on coal three weeks ago. His father's debts had consumed everything else. But this book—this...
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