The desert winds whispered secrets.
As their plane descended over the Moroccan landscape, a vast ocean of sand stretched endlessly beneath them. The fading sun cast long shadows across the dunes, painting the world in hues of amber and blood. To Grace Ashford, it felt like flying into a memory she had never lived but somehow always known, one soaked in secrets, loss, and unspoken power.
Beside her, Nathaniel sat quietly, reviewing encrypted files on a tablet. His jaw was clenched, a sure sign he was worried, but trying not to show it.
“Do you think he knows we’re coming?” Grace asked, her eyes locked on the horizon.
“If he’s anything like you,” Nathaniel replied without looking up, “he knew the moment you decided.”
She gave a tight smile. “Then let’s not disappoint him.”
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