Era of Eclipses

All power is a loan, and if it is breached, it will be taken away. He woke up in a pile of corpses in the waste scroll library, with no name and no past, holding half a blank piece of parchment in his hand. Surviving by borrowing the name of the dead, he became the lowest record-keeping apprentice of the Notary Society: copying deeds during the day, and making deeds, collecting debts, and writing off accounts for the living and dead in the black book market at night. The sailor who lost his shadow, the baker who died once a year, the servant who lent his face for seven days... The same kind of black wax was sealed behind every strange contract. It wasn't until three hundred names were pledged with a century-old debt that he discovered that the gods were the biggest culprits. On the day of reckoning, what he wants to audit is creation itself.