Child of the Tomb#JustWriteIt

Child of the Tomb#JustWriteIt

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A cloak painted with the sigil of blood stands for the fallen Kingdom of Isage. Those wearing them have diminished since the collapse of its system, and the remaining had scattered. Commonly, due to the demolishment of their capital and the number of corpses buried beneath, survivors are known as Children of the Tomb. There was a rumor that the last remaining tainted bloodline had hidden there. Now that few survived, that tainted blood has been released into the world under the guise of a Child of the Tomb.
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They told her she was forgotten. They were wrong. In the ancient realm of Ashenmoor, power flows through blood marked by flame-thirteen sigils, thirteen bearers, thirteen secrets carved into flesh. For centuries, the line of kings has ruled under the illusion of order... but that illusion is breaking. When a reluctant prince discovers a hidden truth buried in the ruins of a cursed village, he abandons the crown to seek a girl lost to history. A girl whose birth was erased. A girl whose touch may awaken something far more dangerous than any kingdom dares to remember. But the sigils are more than bloodlines. They are keys. And some doors should never be opened. As the wind stirs in the east and masked enemies rise in silence, the fire returns-not with prophecy, but with choice. Thirteen are marked. Only one decides.

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