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The Obscured Hand

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When Eliard Veyne awakens, he finds himself in a world that isn’t his own. A world of industry and progress on the surface… and alchemy, curses, and forgotten gods lurking beneath. He should have been just another nameless man, another cog in the grand machine of nobles, religions, and secret organizations vying for control. But fate has never been so simple. Something is watching. Something is waiting. The world is filled with relics—artifacts that grant power at a cost. Some whisper in the dark, others demand blood. From noble halls stained with secrets to slums where the desperate make pacts with spirits, everyone seeks strength, wealth, or survival. The smart ones learn to scheme. The desperate ones lose their souls. And then there’s Eliard. He doesn’t seek power for its own sake. He doesn’t want to serve a god, kneel to an order, or sell his will for gold. He wants answers—about the Exemplar Deck, the twisted hand that controls fate, and why every step closer to the truth makes the world itself push back against him. From cursed relics to sentient artifacts, from vampires lurking in the dark to gods who refuse to stay dead, Eliard must navigate a world where one wrong move can mean death… or worse. But the truth has a cost. And not all hands are meant to be played. Some were meant to stay obscured.
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