The Torchbearer
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In the crumbling world of Nytheris, gods have long since vanished-but their relics remain, powerful and dangerous in the wrong hands. Thane Ashborne, a disgraced noble turned fugitive, is just trying to survive the Empire's grip tightening around his homeland. But when a heist for gold unearths a relic that awakens something ancient inside him, Thane is thrust into a conflict far greater than he imagined. Haunted by visions, hunted by zealots, and entangled with allies harboring secrets of their own-including Morgana, a mysterious fire mage with motives of her own-Thane's journey will lead him to question everything: his past, his power, and the cost of destiny. The rebellion isn't noble. The gods aren't dead. And the war isn't over.
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