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Maps that draw themselves. Cities that don't exist. A father who vanished following one.

I died. Then I woke up as a glowing crystal at the bottom of a cave. Apparently I'm a dungeon core now, and adventurers keep trying to kill me for loot. Time to get creative with my traps.

Ash-choked city. A Rift-born mark. One oath decides who survives tonight.
The fae courts are dying, and only a mortal-born changeling can save them. But Elara has her own agenda—revenge against the Summer Queen who stole her memories.
The sea remembers what the land forgets.
In a world of endless ocean, navigators who can read the tides are both worshipped and hunted.
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