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Wraith of Ironhaven

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He was supposed to die in the fire. A decade after the Sundering turned Ironhaven into a graveyard of molten steel and broken bodies, Elias haunts the city's corpse. By day, a nameless cleaner scrubbing blood from Syndicate floors. By night, a shadow with a vengeance - phasing through walls, strangling enforcers with their own sins, leaving only a handprint where life used to be. They call him Wraith. They're wrong. The Syndicate thinks he's after revenge. The Underground believes he's their savior. The whispers in the dust claim he's something worse. But when Elias discovers the one thing worse than being forgotten - being remembered - he'll tear apart the last lies of a city built on corpses. Even if one of those corpses is his. A shattered superhero story where: 1. Every power comes with a scar 2. Every ally hides a knife 3.The only thing more dangerous than the Syndicate is the truth The fire took everything. Now the embers are waking up.
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