Ayuba awoke to a damp chill clinging to his skin. The dense fog that rolled through Korobanti was unlike anything he had experienced. It crawled over the ground like a living thing, thickening the air until every breath felt like inhaling a ghost’s sigh.
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He rubbed his eyes and tried to shake off the remnants of a nightmare—a dream where shadows with hollow eyes clawed at his throat, whispering names he did not recognize.
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As dawn’s first light struggled through the mist, Ayuba ventured outside his small hut made of mud and woven reeds. The village was stirring, but the movement was slow, mechanical—as if the people were puppets on invisible strings.
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He made his way toward the center of Korobanti, the market square—or what should have been a market. Instead of the lively bustle of commerce he’d imagined, he found stalls draped in torn cloth and dust. Faint voices floated through the fog, a chorus of whispers that seemed to come from all directions at once.
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Ayuba stopped, straining to listen.
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“Help me…”
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“Leave…”
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“Remember…”
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The whispers wound around his mind like vines, tugging at memories buried deep within him.
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He closed his eyes and tried to focus, but the voices grew louder, sharper.
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Suddenly, a hand gripped his shoulder. He spun around, heart hammering.
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It was Aissatou.
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“You hear them too,” she said quietly.
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“Yes,” Ayuba replied, “But what are they?”
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“Korobanti feeds on regret,” she explained. “The whispers are the voices of those who lost their way before you. They’re warnings… or traps.”
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Before Ayuba could respond, a scream shattered the stillness. The fog seemed to pulse as figures emerged twisted shapes half-human, half-shadow. Their eyes glowed with a sinister light.
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Villagers scattered in panic, but one figure remained rooted. It was a man, his face pale and stretched in agony.
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“They call him Yacouba,” Aissatou said under her breath. “He was once a leader, but Korobanti claimed his soul.”
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The fog thickened and the shadows closed in.
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Ayuba realized with a sinking heart that in Korobanti, the past was never buried it clawed its way back in whispers and screams.
and then Add to home screen.