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In a city where mercy costs memory and holy men light their sins on fire, Elias Crowe walks the alleys with a brand on his hand and a ghost in his lungs. He can make doors obey him-open, close, remember-and the city itself listens when he breathes. Once, he was a priest. Now, he's the Crown's most dangerous weapon-and its greatest liability. His mission: capture Lucien, the heretic who once shared his bed and his faith. Lucien burned for his rebellion. Yet in the year after his death, his name still flickers in every candle Elias lights. Each spark whispers the same impossible word-come back. When the Order of the Luminous begins purging the poor in Saint Harrow's streets, Elias is forced into uneasy alliance with Caleb, a demon-hunter whose blood runs half human, half myth, and whose silence burns hotter than any prayer. Caleb was sent to kill Crowe. Instead, he stays-guarding, mocking, and, against every law of his kind, caring. As the city tightens its noose, the two men navigate faith, fury, and a pull neither of them can name. Each spell Elias casts steals a memory: a taste, a laugh, a night spent safe. Each time Caleb reaches to steady him, the line between mercy and hunger blurs. In a world ruled by gods who barter souls, love becomes the most heretical act of all. Their story burns toward All Hallows' Eve-the night when the veil between worlds thins and the cost of every pact must be paid in full. One candle remains lit. One choice must be made. One fat drop slid and fell. Black breath crossed the roof. The third candle guttered- Died. In the silence, two voices-one behind my teeth, one against my ear-spoke at once. "Choose me." This is a tale of doors that remember names, faith that feeds on flesh, and two men bound by a promise older than mercy itself.
