Prologue: Blood Remembers ~ The city doesn’t sleep—it starves. Beneath its neon glow and rain-slick alleys, the old things still breathe. Forgotten gods, broken pacts, and shadows with teeth. Kaelrith Vanyr knows this well. He walks between the cracks—neither legend nor man, but a prince without a throne, a predator who once drank from divinity. His name, once spoken like a prayer or a curse, is now a secret even the night forgets. Until she arrives. He feels her before he sees her.
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