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Shadow Archipelago

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Prologue: The Vanishing

Alaric Santillan ran through the shadowed alleyways, his breaths ragged and labored, as if the very darkness were clawing at his lungs. His pursuers, faceless figures cloaked in night, moved with an inhuman grace that defied the dim streetlights. He clutched a leather-bound journal to his chest, its pages filled with secrets that the world wasn't ready to see.

"Almost there," he muttered under his breath, the words a fragile mantra against the pounding footsteps closing in. The city around him was alive but indifferent, the hum of distant traffic and neon signs a stark contrast to the silent dread of his pursuers.

A searing pain shot through his side as a shadowy tendril grazed him, slicing through his coat and into flesh. Alaric staggered but kept moving, his mind racing through the maze of escape routes he had memorized years ago. The pain was a reminder: he couldn't stop. Not now. Not when he was so close.

He ducked into an abandoned warehouse, the metal door slamming shut behind him with a deafening clang. Darkness enveloped him, but for Alaric, it was a familiar embrace. He moved through the shadows, his breath steadying as he melded into the blackness. The hunters hesitated at the entrance, their shapes flickering against the pale light filtering through broken windows.

Alaric pulled out the journal, his fingers trembling as he flipped to a page marked with a frayed red ribbon. The map. His eyes traced the lines, his mind already calculating the next move. He tore the page out, stuffing it into a hidden pocket before slipping the journal into a crevice between the floorboards.

Footsteps echoed closer. Alaric's time was up. He turned to face the shadows, his eyes narrowing as the lead pursuer stepped forward, a figure shrouded in darkness but unmistakably human.

"Your legacy ends tonight, Santillan," the figure hissed, voice dripping with malice.

Alaric's lips curled into a grim smile. "No. It begins."

With a final, defiant glare, Alaric vanished into the shadows, leaving behind only the journal and a promise that the truth would one day come to light.