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A myth mourning itself. A mercy twisted by waiting. A world that should have ended—still born.

The world didn’t end in fire.

It ended in grief.

A century after the Reset fractured the land and silenced the gods, the Broken March still weeps with memory. Magic is rationed. Monsters are born of sorrow. And in cities shielded by denial, power is just performance—men in suits pretending to govern a world that no longer believes in healing.

Émilie Laurent sells hope in a city of mirrors. Léon Valtren buries the dead because they make fewer demands. Locke Thomas would rather survive than believe in anything at all. They are not chosen. They are not called. They simply endure.

But beneath it all, something forgotten stirs.

The First—a divine mercy abandoned in the Hollow Below—is learning to hate. And Mavren Callidas, the broken knight who never truly died, is teaching her.

When a city falls without warning, the theatre of power turns to war. Conscription papers are signed. Pilgrimages are weaponised. And the quiet ones—the ones who never asked to matter—are forced to stand between what was lost and what refuses to die.

This is not a story of triumph.

It is a story of what lingers.

Of what aches.

Of what should have never survived—

and still was born.