When the gods fell, no one mourned them.
Except him — the boy who buried their bones.
In a world scorched by divine collapse, where ash chokes the sky and memory is forbidden, a nameless gravekeeper wanders from ruin to ruin, digging graves for forgotten deities. He doesn’t know why. He doesn’t believe in fate. He just digs… because someone has to.
But when he lays a girl to rest beneath the broken heavens, something awakens.
A fire. A voice. A curse.
And the gods — long dead — begin to whisper again.
Hunted by zealots, haunted by visions, and carrying a spark of a power that once ruled the stars, the boy must choose:
Live quietly among the ashes…
Or rise — and challenge the gods who abandoned their creation.
What if the last hope of the world wasn’t a hero… but a gravekeeper?
And what if the graves he dug weren’t endings… but gates?
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