Chapter Eleven: The Blood-Bound Map

Northumberland, 1712

The fire crackled low in the hearth, shadows stretching long across the stone walls and wolf-carved beams. Lucien Fenwick—taller, younger, his hair tied with a black ribbon—stood alone in the manor’s ancient study, staring down at a map older than ink itself.

Ashmole’s parchme...

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