The book of John Doe
The morning sun claws its way over the rim of the dunes, casting long, broken shadows across the cracked earth. Continue Reading
The morning sun claws its way over the rim of the dunes, casting long, broken shadows across the cracked earth. Continue Reading →
You feel the weight of the moment pressing in.
The fire flickers.
The Magus waits. Continue Reading →
You forget the Magi’s words. Not because they lacked weight—but because the desert has a way of stripping you bare. Continue Reading →
You sit still, flanked by Sir Stevan and Robert, as the dark riders crest the dune and descend toward you. Your heart hammers, but you show nothing. Continue Reading →
The moment your command cuts through the wind, Robert spurs his horse forward. Sir Stevan mutters a curse and follows Continue Reading →
You don’t move.
Not a muscle. Not a word. Just averted eyes and a tightened jaw.
Robert looks to you for help—just once. Continue Reading →
You whip your reins hard.
—Robert!— you shout, driving your camel into a lurching gallop. Sand flies behind you. Continue Reading →
The morning air over Zahrabad is cool, carrying the scent of dust and horses. At first light, you wait at the southern edge of the city Continue Reading →
The morning air over Zahrabad is cool, carrying the scent of dust and horses. Continue Reading →
Your guide watches you in silence, the sunlight flickering in his eyes. Continue Reading →