The sky fractures at dawn. Rivers run backward. Reality is coming undone.

Alara wakes in a world of ancient magitech and broken kingdoms with no memory of who she is—only the unsettling truth that crystal spires and rune-driven machines respond to her touch. As anomalies spread and the world edges toward collapse, she is told she may be the last one capable of stopping it.

But the closer Alara comes to the truth, the clearer it becomes: the catastrophe was not an accident. The machines remember her. The records erase her name. And the end of the world may be something she chose.

Because this world has been saved before.

And ending it might be the only way to break the cycle.

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