Mara's Curse

eemed to tread softly. Mara Windham, with her unique burden and gift, was the only one stirring its quietude thi

s tomes were kept under lock and key, their contents too potent for the uninitiated. T

into the leather. She didn't need to read the cover; she felt its call-a whisper of temptation and warning i

isembodied voice murmured just behind her, "Be careful w

the real blurred beneath its domed ceiling. She turned back to the book, her decision made. Her fingers brushed a

nk shimmered under her touch, words rearranging themselves into a me

d, rewriting past events and influencing the future, but each altera

rk-haired man leaning casually against the bookshelf. His presence was as enigmatic as

d every author needs her muse," he said,

d peril nestled in its pages. "And some stories," Mara replied, her voi

e in the dim light. "But no

the echoing sound of his words, a reminder of the duality of her gif

ary whispered of power and danger, but Mara Windham, custodian of both, walked its dark corrido