Some cities are built on stone. Others are built on secrets. Soren Blackwood wakes up in Luthathel, a sprawling Victorian city of gaslight and shadows. He remembers another life—one with modern streets, buzzing machines, and electric lights. But here, those memories feel distant, blurred like an unfinished painting. His name is written inside a leather-bound journal resting on his desk. The handwriting is his. But the words are unfamiliar. Something is wrong with the city. The gas lamps flicker even when there's no wind. The buildings stretch too high, their windows watching like empty eyes. And the people—they smile too perfectly, as if reading from a script he doesn’t understand. Then, he sees it. A sigil, carved into the alleyway stone, pulsing faintly under the light. When he touches it, the air shifts. A whisper curls behind his ear. And in his dreams, a masked figure is waiting. As the days pass, the city whispers to him—a low hum in the back of his mind. His mother hesitates before calling his name. His sister looks at him like she’s waiting for him to remember something. The streets rearrange themselves when he isn’t looking. And then the invitations arrive. A secret gathering of scholars. A play no one speaks of. A mask waiting for him in the dark. Soren Blackwood is beginning to remember. But some truths should remain forgotten. The city is calling him home. And once he listens, there is no turning back. Here you go! Just copy and paste this at the bottom of your synopsis: —  Daily Updates New chapters every day  Follow & Bookmark to stay updated!