Death. Undeath. Life. The boundaries are beginning to blur.


For five hundred years I believed everyone involved in my murder, was dead.


I was wrong.


As the Librarian, I prided myself on remaining impartial in a world of quibbling arcanists, and watched wistfully as everyone around me got on with the business of living. I contented myself with living through my books, wishing I could remember what it felt like to be touched. To feel.


Then they came.


Six heirs who wouldn’t stay away. They dragged me from my solitude and brought joy back to the Arcanaeum.


I should’ve known that would come at a cost…