The Curse of the Ancient Tome

Deep within a silent, forgotten village, the heavy air grew thick with

an ancient, lingering dread. Vikram clutched the black book, its ink pulsing

like a dark, hidden heartbeat beneath his skin. Terror gripped his soul as the

shadows on the mud walls began to dance maliciously. The flickering oil lamp sputtered out,

sealing the old man's fate with the ancient curse.