Prologue The Forgotten Apostle The desert wind howled through the ruins, whipping dust into the night air as the lone figure pressed forward, clutching a bundle of parchment to his chest. His robes, once the pure white of a disciple, were now stained with blood and sand. The stars above bore witness to his flight-silent, unblinking sentinels of a truth too dangerous to be known.
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