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 flightsilent, unblinking sentinels of a truth
too dangerous to be known.
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