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🏆 1st Place - Fantasy (Four-Leaved Clover Awards)
🏆 1st Place - Best Prologue & 2nd Place - Best Writing Style (2025)
The sun is gone. Its light is sold.
Beneath the earth, humanity survives on Lumen - the bottled radiance of a forgotten age.
The ruling elite control it. The Church sanctifies it. The poor die without it.
Lucy Farrow was born in the Gloom, where people disappear without explanation and hope is a dangerous thing. When a forbidden power awakens inside her, she becomes the most dangerous secret in Aurelion.
The kind people kill for. The kind empires fall for.
High above, Prince Cassian Soleyne discovers evidence that could unravel everything his family built. As rebellion spreads through the darkness, he finds himself drawn toward the one person he should never trust.
A girl who could save their world. Or burn it to the ground.
🗝️ A dark, immersive steampunk fantasy filled with political intrigue, forbidden magic, and a slow-burn romance. Perfect for fans of Shadow and Bone and Arcane. 🗝️
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