One boy. One fae. One unwanted gift that could doom them both.

Some say the immortal powers of the fae are a gift.

Others see them as a shield.

But Dathan, a young captain in the Rysharni army, knows of a certainty that the powers are a curse. Ever since he was touched by the grim, winged figure who invades his dreams, death has carried away everyone he loved.

As war seeps to his corner of the nation, Dathan has only one wish: to die himself before being bound by the powers he hates.

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