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He only wanted a life where he would stop running from himself. 

But when Lucian Bowcott goes out drinking with his friends, he dies after taking one sip. 

He has been summoned into Atreaum as its new court mortician, by the Half-Dead Queen Marguerite. Lucian expects to be knee-deep in embalming fluid and corpses--not a world where death has been removed entirely. 

But when Lucian rings a forbidden bell in Staesis and breaks the illusion, he awakens something more dangerous than ghosts: memory.

Now hunted by the very Queen who gave him his title, shadowed by a stitched girl born from someone else's grief, and pursued by a Spymaster who trades in secrets and souls, Lucian finds himself unraveling both the world’s systems — and himself.

As he uncovers the truth behind the Mortician’s legacy, an orchard that grows from sorrow, and a forgotten Daughter who was never meant to choose love, Lucian must decide what kind of death is worth writing…

…and which ones deserve to live.

From Corpse to Crown: Reborn as a Mortician in Another World

Merry felt the Vale change as soon as she stepped through the old moss-covered arch. Lucian's voice, normally so gentle and comforting, faded behind her.

The wind pulled inward--not away--like breath reversing direction inside lungs made of smoke. She recognized the silence, and it was not peace. Luckily, there was no danger either.

Merry realized she was holding her breath, because she recognized this kind of quiet. It was the language of aggressively washing dishes when someone slammed the door too loud.

The kind that arrived when her great-aunt Agatha spoke.

And then the world slowly fractured and fell like autumn leaves.

Merry was sixteen again, standing in her childhood kitchen. Pale blue tiles on the kitchen backsplash and a beautifully rendered oil painting of a hamburger and French fries was framed on the wall in the dining room.

And I Thought They Were Family