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A Thread of Broken Fate

“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? **Join our Discord and never miss a chapter!! https://discord.gg/M5cTyzW44Q**

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the tolling of the bells.

Dawn broke on the shortest day of the year.

The sun slowly eased above the horizon, as though hesitant to face the long night that awaited. A light dusting of freshly-fallen snow dotted the hills, soon melting beneath the gentle warmth of the sun's rays. The duchy's citizens were slow to wake, slumbering deep in their beds, their very souls dreading the sunset a mere eight hours away.

Lynn's crushed fallen twigs beneath her boots as she hurried through the forest.

Forgive me, Damian. This is the best decision for all of us.

Her breath fogged in the air. The forest around her was dark and unfriendly, the spindly trees seeming to stretch forever. Gray boughs reached out to snag her cloak and scratch at her armor, as if the trees themselves sought to hold her back. Dark shadows streaked across the ground, a skeletal monster undulating across the uneven hills.