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And neither the angels in Heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea...
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary...
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor...
Clockwork Souls
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M/M enemies-to-lovers meets necromancy in Napoleonic Paris. Two rival demon-hunters, each hiding a secret dangerous enough to get him killed, are forced to work together to recover the lost notes of Viktor Frankenstein. Surviving each other would be hard enough; the possessed corpses, ill-advised demonic bargains, and murderous alchemists are just the universe piling on.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing...Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore...
That the wind came out of the cloud by night, chilling and killing my...
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