Lincoln's POV:
When I opened my eyes in this world for the first time, I had imagined that my second life would be like a dream. It isn't. It's like being weighed down—like chains across my shoulders, pushing me against the floor of a castle that murmurs secrets that I don't know yet.
The Duskbane Castle is lovely in a tragic manner. Blackstone walls with glowing silver runes carved upon them, blue flames that warm the torches rather than oranges, and stained-glass windows depicting stars and moons rather than saints. It's not the sort of place you would imagine joy to reside in. Still, as I am walking through its infinite corridors, I am aware that this castle was supposed to be my home.
But it doesn't seem like home when the other half of the world doesn't know you are alive.
“Lincol
