Requiem of a Thousand Lives
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Moriah Faxon is sentenced to death for a crime she didn't commit-the murder of her husband by poison. As the noose tightens around her throat, she believes her story has ended.
But when she wakes up-back in the courtroom, moments before her execution-she realizes her nightmare is only beginning.
No matter how she fights, how she pleads, or how she dies, Moriah is trapped in a relentless cycle of death and rebirth, forced to relive her final moments over and over again. But with every life, something within her changes. She stops begging. She stops crying. And with each return, she learns.
And watching her from the shadows is a man dressed in black-a ruthless commander, a detective feared across the empire, and something far more dangerous than he appears. No one knows who he truly is. No one dares to question him. But he knows Moriah.
He remembers her.
And he is waiting.
As Moriah unravels the secrets behind her curse, she must decide: will she become the villain they already believe her to be? Or will she rewrite her fate and take vengeance on those who condemned her?
One thing is certain.
She will not die quietly.
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