The Alchemist's cage

The Alchemist's cage

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They said power came from bloodlines. Alethia is about to learn it also comes with a body count. At nineteen, Alethia Corpea lives under the illusion of a quiet life-until a royal summons drags her to the king's palace, where a strange magical bond ignites between her and the ruler himself. But when night falls, she follows her mother to the docks... and sees everything: the smuggling ring, the drug deals, and the brutal trafficking of magical beings. Now Alethia must decide: stay silent and survive-or dismantle the empire her family is entangled with, through blood, magic, and secrets. But the deeper she digs, the more she unearths-about her parents, her power, and the dark force hunting them all. Perfect for fans of magic-twisted romance, secret empires, and morally gray heroines.
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