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Chapter One The archives of Aethel were not built for the living, but for the dead, and the air inside tasted of dry rot and old paper. Frank Dobbs, a scholar whose lungs had begun to fail with the same quiet persistence as the canal outside his window, stood before a shelf of dampened scrolls. He was thirty years old, and he had spent the last decade trying to prove that his family’s name...
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