Way Down We Go | Viktor Scarecrow ~ HL

Way Down We Go | Viktor Scarecrow ~ HL

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Born into a name that carries both reverence and rot, Viktor Scarecrow has learned to survive by staying silent. In a world governed by tradition, power, and unspoken bargains, Viktor walks the narrow line between obedience and defiance. He is clever enough to see the cracks in the institutions meant to protect him-and careful enough not to fall through them. Yet darkness has a way of finding those who pretend not to look for it. As old loyalties fracture and dangerous alliances form, Viktor is forced to confront the truth of his lineage, the weight of inherited sins, and the cost of choosing his own path. Some descents are chosen. Others are inherited. And some are the only way out. A story about control and rebellion, love found in unlikely places, and the quiet kind of strength it takes to keep going when the world expects you to break.
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