The Lost Symbol
It started with an unmarked envelope tucked into my mailbox. At first glance, it seemed harmless—aged parchment, no return address, just my name scrawled in hurried penmanship. Yet, as I opened it, my pulse quickened. Inside was a single sheet of paper bearing a cryptic symbol, one that I had seen before only in my nightmares—a strange, intertwined pattern, part serpent, part flame, with an eye embedded in its core. Beneath it, in trembling ink, was written: "The truth lies in the forgotten."
