Old Owner of the Steam Age

The Ashes Antique Shop in the Lower City of Iron Castle recycles everything no one dares to ask for: The blood-stained lace handkerchief, the broken mirror that can talk, the black notes recording crazy ravings... As a low-level appraiser, Victor's daily job is to find value in these "relics" while ensuring that he is not swallowed by them. However, when a skinned corpse appears in the apartment corridor, Victor is forced into a secret war that has lasted for thousands of years. Although there is no steam rifle or mechanical prosthetic limbs, he can see the "red lines" hidden beyond common sense. That is cause and effect, a curse, and a clue to the throne of God. "Identification result: This is a scalpel capable of killing gods. The recommended retail price is your soul."