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He closed his eyes. He thought of the pyre. He thought of his mother’s face—not as a witch, but as the woman who taught him to read by candlelight. And he thought of the truth he had buried beneath holy vows.

He was twelve again. The barn was on fire. His mother screamed not in agony, but in betrayal. She hadn’t cast a spell. She had loved. And he had watched, dry-eyed, as the Inquisition thanked him for his piety. -ENG- Obscurite Magie - The City of Sin Uncensored

The air on the obsidian docks of Obscurite Magie tasted of burnt sugar, sea salt, and forgotten promises. Kaelen stepped off the ghost-freighter, its sails stitched from the skin of leviathans, and planted his boot on the cursed city’s soil for the first time. Behind him lay the Inquisition, the holy pyres, and a lifetime of pretending magic was a myth. Ahead lay the truth. He closed his eyes

He opened his mouth.

The Marquis of Midnight resided in the Oubliette of Open Wounds , a cathedral built upside-down, its altar on the ceiling and its congregation hanging from iron hooks. Kaelen was escorted through levels of debauchery that would shatter a normal mind. And he thought of the truth he had buried beneath holy vows

“Do you?” She tilted her head. “You have a book of demon names. But you also have your own name in it. The Inquisition will burn you, lamb. You’re no longer the hunter. You’re the quarry.”

Kaelen’s first stop was the Gilded Noose , a tavern where the drinks were distilled from bottled regrets. The bartender, a lich with a jaw that hung loose like a broken puppet, slid him a glass of black liquid. “First time, lamb?”