The Archive of Broken Heavens
Chapter One The damp had gotten into everything. It seeped through the limestone walls of the Ashworth crypt, through the velvet cushions of the family vault, through the very air that Lord Edward Ashworth breathed as he drew his first conscious breath in three years, four months, and twelve days. He was not Edward Ashworth anymore. The body he lay in was smaller, narrower, with hands that had...
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