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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 stared at the scroll. It was an execution order. "What did you do? I haven't seen one of these in years."

Lucian stared at the scroll, which was still warm in Cadrel's hands.

It had been written with living ink, and continued changing into various languages--some he had never even seen before. But it didn't change what was on it.

For himself, it could be seen as a threat. But for whoever had given the Order, it was justice. And unfortunately, this masked messenger agreed.

I might have reintroduced death to a city that insisted they didn't need it. But I had no idea that it would ripple as far as Saltline Village. Or beyond it, even. Who would have thought an action I've done warrants an execution?

"I don't…" he murmured. "I don't remember doing anything."

Merry studied his face carefully. "You wouldn't forget something worthy of judgment from the Code."

What Was Witnessed