We Who Die Again: Fractures
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Six months have passed since Niall Tenebris, the Shardbearer, vanished into the fog - no longer survivor, no longer human. His transformation into a killer has changed everything.
In Vestige, the fragile refuge of the dead, rebellion burns. Survivors no longer wait to be dragged into trials. They arm themselves, fight back against the killers, and bleed for the chance to live free. But the Creator has changed the rules: death is permanent now, and the city has become a warzone where no one is safe.
Marrow, Patch, and Silas rise as leaders of the rebellion, guiding survivors who dare to strike back. Killers stalk Vestige's streets, and whispers spread of the Conduits - rare souls who can bend the system itself. Meanwhile, in the shadows of the Spire, the Creator tightens his grip, forcing killers into brutal matches of their own, while the he also tempts Niall with the ultimate truth: his body still breathes in the real world.
The cycle is breaking.
The rules are bleeding.
And in the fractures, something older still is watching.
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