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Book of Morn: Sequence I

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THE BOOK OF MORN He woke up in chains with two facts and a corpse to his name. The facts: his name is Mikael Sanders, and he is twenty-two years old. The corpse: Viscount Aldric Humboldt, second-tier Dominion nobility, burned alive from the inside in front of two hundred witnesses. No fire. No heat source. Four minutes. Ash in the shape of a standing man. Three witnesses place Mikael in the east corridor forty minutes before it happened. The Imperial Police have an equation recovered from the crime scene — ancient, unlicensed, erased from every record decades ago — and Mikael can read it the way he reads his own name. There are marks on his forearm in a notation system whose last documented user died before either interrogating officer was born. Under the Aristocratic Preservation Statutes, there is no trial. No advocate. Just three Noble Adjudicators, a lower evidentiary standard than Mikael would like, and one outcome. The problem isn't that he can't prove his innocence. The problem is that he can't remember anything at all — except that the witnesses don't quite agree, the Viscount had been terrified for six months, and whatever was tattooed into his arm while he wasn't paying attention is older than the Dominion itself. Someone hollowed out his memory and left him holding a dead nobleman and a magic system that shouldn't exist. He'd very much like to know why. --- A steampunk mystery set in a world where magic is applied mathematics, the desert holds a civilization the history books forgot, and the most dangerous thing you can do is remember something you were never supposed to know. ---
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