There’s a moment in every life when something breaks.
Not just pain, but a splitting. A choice you didn’t ask for. A scream you couldn’t answer. A love you couldn’t save.

You may not remember the exact moment.
But your body does.

That’s what this Prologue is.

It’s not worldbuilding. It’s remembering.

The two boys in this story?
You’ve been both.
The one taken. The one spared.
The one who watched. The one who couldn’t go back.

This is where The Book of Fire begins, not in ideas or philosophy, but in a wound. A single unbearable moment that will ripple through everything that follows.

We don’t give advice here.

We bear witness.

So read slowly.
Let your chest tighten.
And then, when it does,
ask yourself:

Which one were you?
And what did it cost to survive?

Start reading the Book of Fire here.

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