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The Crown Finds You

You were twenty-two, behind on rent, and completely ordinary — until three sharp knocks landed on your door at 2 a.m. and the hallway outside smelled like cold iron and old lightning. Two strangers in civilian clothes stand in your doorway holding proof that you are the last living heir to the Kivia Empire, a sovereign power that has been hunting for you since before you could walk. You have 48 hours before the Succession Seal closes forever — and at least one of the people in your apartment right now is lying about which side they are on.