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PrologueThe Forgotten ApostleThe desert wind howled through the ruins, whipping dust into thenight air as the lone figure pressed forward, clutching a bundle ofparchment to his chest. His robes, once the pure white of adisciple, were now stained with blood and sand. The stars abovebore witness to his flightsilent, unblinking sentinels of a truthtoo dangerous to be known.
