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398 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 14, 2025
“sometimes the fire needs to remind people it still burns.”
“the frost remembers. maybe it's showing you what's trapped inside it.”
“then it remembers too much.”
“or exactly enough.” “you burn and i follow.”
“you freeze and i still burn.”
the imperials rode their hover car past the graveyard gates, bright in their cloaks and jeweled smiles; they never looked down at the ones starving in the dirt.
someone whispered a prayer; the guards jeered, shoving them back. “grave rats,” one sneered. “wasteland scraps.” the sound rattled against the stones.
Chains, a cell, maybe worse. no one walked back from being taken. and worse than chains was the fate every citizen feared most: to be thrown into the aureate, fed as prey for spectacle. to end up as food while the crowd roared.