The moon cast a silvery glow on the abandoned cabin, the beams of light dancing through the cracks in the walls like ghosts of memories long forgotten. Alan hesitated as he reached for the dusty manuscript, the weight of his past mistakes hanging in the air like a thick fog. He knew he shouldn't read it. But the urge was overpowering, a magnetic pull that drew him closer with each passing second. The pages rustled under his touch, the words calling out to him in a haunting melody that...