The God of Ash
The Isle of Mourning was a place where the sea was the color of a bruise and the wind carried the scent of old salt and rotting cedar. Silas had arrived there as a boy of twelve, a castaway with nothing but a hunger for power that burned hotter than the tropical sun. The island was governed by the "Rite of the Maw," a brutal tradition where the strong consumed the essence of the weak to prolong...
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