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“You can bring back everyone you’ve lost. It will only cost your sanity.”

The king is dead, murdered by an interloper from the future—a manic copy of his own son, hellbent on forcibly reversing a disastrous timeline. The true Damian Roswald—a hedonistic crown prince bereft of magical talent—finds his comfortable life upended by his father’s murder and assassins from his own future.

“There are none left who can judge us, so we must be our own executioner. That is the cursed fate of those few named Damian Roswald.” 

With politicians plotting his demise, his royal cousins scheming for the empty throne, and warring churches tearing the grieving city apart, Damian must accept the tragedy of his countless futures—or else, find himself doomed to repeat them. But can a mere mortal decide their own fate in a world governed by almighty angels? 

“Find me, Damian Roswald. And I’ll tell you why the stars fell.”

For three centuries, even the wisest men have accepted that the night sky was once populated by ‘stars’—until a terrible calamity plunged mankind into a Dark Age. From the darkness, the Roswalds rose to power, but few know that the first crown was forged with the blood of a slaughtered god…

Damian must endure countless tragedies and the consequences of his own future actions to reach the peace he desires—but could the true threat be hiding not in his future, but in his own distant past?

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A Thread of Broken Fate

The Throne Must Be Defended.

Such was the Vow that Lynn had forged with the almighty Angel of the Flame, when she had convened with Them upon the highest peak of the Heavenshard Mountains. A pilgrim seeking the wisdom of their god; she had journeyed high into one of the world's last bastions of feral wilderness—only to turn away that god's hand; a selfish, cowardly act made for all the best reasons.

In a manner of speaking, she was still defending the throne.

That was what she told herself. In reality, every step she took was another step away from the path that she had forged, and another step down the road that the Angel had first chosen for her.

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