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Kim Ma-ri had long since stopped believing in miracles.

At thirty-one, after failing the civil service examination ten times and spending years scraping by as a freelance worker, the only things she could truly call her own were a cramped basement apartment in Mapo-and the habit of never expecting too much from life.

Then, one night, she came home to find a stranger lying on her bed.

He was dressed in the silk robes of the Joseon era and claimed to be Han Shi-woo, the heir to an aristocratic clan that had once served a king whose name did not exist in any history book.

Moved by a compassion she knew all too well-for someone who, like herself, had been cast alone into a world that had never asked for his existence-Ma-ri took him in.

She taught him how to survive in the twenty-first century.

In return, Shi-woo gave her something that had long been missing from her life:

A reason to come home every night.

But the bond that blossomed between them, amid poverty, Seoul's unforgiving winter, and the fabricated "siblings" relationship they created to protect Shi-woo's identity, proved far more dangerous than either of them had imagined.

The walls they had built around their hearts-the years between them, Ma-ri's countless failures, and the unyielding pride of a nobleman who had lost everything-began to fracture from within.

In a world that held no trace of his history, the only proof that Han Shi-woo had ever existed was the woman who found him in a damp, cramped basement apartment.

But where had he truly come from...

And why did the world he left behind seem as though it had never existed at all?