Morix: Morality by Memory

Morix: Morality by Memory

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The Emsthorpe family has largely fallen, and the children of the assassin bloodline have been taken out of the reach of the world. However, one thread remains frayed and loose: the escape of Augustus Emsthorpe, the one who began the calamity to begin with. So long as he remains at large, no one can truly be considered safe, especially those at Morix Law Offices. Another string of difficult cases begins, and the goal behind them quickly becomes clear: put an end to the silent war against the Emsthorpe family's patriarch. However, he does not intend to go down without a fight, and secrets that were thought to be long buried are unearthed as new knots come undone. The past creates the present, and its existence is a horrifying one. Morality is built of memory, and it is a dangerous thing for all who dare to wield it.
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