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The Sigil of the Forgotten

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In a world fraying at the seams, where cities disappear without a trace — not just from maps, but from memory itself — seventeen-year-old Kaelen is cursed with remembrance. Plagued by vivid dreams of lost places and languages no one else recalls, she carries the mark of an ancient sigil burned into her skin — the symbol of something long buried and dangerously remembered. When an attack by a creature of wind and shadow nearly claims her life, Kaelen is rescued by Tareth, a battle-worn wanderer with a past as fragmented as hers. He reveals a hidden truth: they are Remembered, chosen to carry the last memories of a world that is being deliberately erased by a god that feeds on oblivion. As more cities vanish and the sigils flare across the land, Kaelen and Tareth must navigate through forgotten ruins, memory-eating spirits, and a crumbling magical order to uncover the truth of the Hollow God — a being once imprisoned by the very memories now being lost. Along the way, Kaelen discovers that her dreams are not dreams at all, but warnings from the remnants of a self she once chose to forget. To stop the unraveling of reality, she must recover a truth even her soul was afraid to remember… and make a choice that could cost her everything she still loves. Epic in scope, haunting in tone, and rich with mythic mystery, The Sigil of the Forgotten is a fantasy saga about memory, sacrifice, and the defiant act of holding onto what the world demands you forget.
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Chapter 1 - PROLOGUE — Ashes of Names

They do not remember the city that once stood here.

Not its towers, nor its name.

Not the way the bell tolled at dusk, or the color of the banners that fluttered over its gates.

Only the marked remember.

And they are dying.

On the edge of the Erased Lands, where grey dust chokes the air and even the stars seem hesitant to shine, an old man draws sigils into the soil with shaking fingers. His eyes are cloudy, but he sees more than most. His breath is thin, but every word he speaks carries weight.

"They are coming," he whispers, to no one in particular. "They who unmake."

He finishes the mark — a spiral burning with faint gold — and exhales one last time.

Miles away, in the kingdom of Varikar, a girl wakes screaming. The same sigil burns beneath her skin, glowing like fire through flesh.

She remembers a city no one else recalls.

She remembers its name.

And that is a curse.