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The morning mist clung to the windows of Blackwood Manor like a shroud, and Edmund Thorne woke with the taste of ashes in his mouth—the taste of his own death.He was sixteen again. He remembered everything.The alchemical experiment that had failed. The moment his core shattered. The fire that consumed the manor. His brother Arthur's last stand. Grace, the maid, jumping from the bridge into the...
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