The Emerald Compass
I. The armistice came on an eleven o'clock bell, and Sebastian Ashworth was standing in a field hospital in Flanders when the explosion took him. He remembered the sound first—a crack like the sky splitting—then the heat, then nothing. When he woke, he was lying on a marble floor in a room he had never seen, surrounded by furniture that smelled of lavender and old money. He was thirty-two years...
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