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1348. A knight's grief broke the world. Eight hundred years later, the debt comes due.
Edward of Woodstock - the Black Prince - lost everything in a single, fevered night. When the sickness took his wife and child, his friend William Marshal stood between him and his goodbye. Grief curdled into something terrible. He tore open the veil between worlds and made a bargain that would not bring them back - but would birth a plague that has walked the earth ever since.
William Marshal carried the guilt for centuries. And the dragon who loved him gave his life to bind his fire to the Marshal bloodline - waiting, guarding, sleeping beneath the stone.
Henry was just an ordinary boy, walking the streets of London with his head down. Until a drop of his blood woke the tomb. Until a knight stepped out of eight centuries of darkness. Until the fog rolled in - thick, cold, and hungry - and the Black Knight finally came home to finish what he started.
The war never ended. It just went to sleep.