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.