Bab 90: Story 90: The Midnight Rider

The wind howled through the desolate landscape, a mournful symphony that echoed across the barren desert. Under the pale light of a crescent moon, the figure of a man on horseback emerged from the shadows, his silhouette a black specter against the darkened sky.

Clad in a long, tattered cloak that billowed behind him like the wings of a bat, the rider was a vision of dread. His face was obscured by a wide-brimmed hat pulled low, and his eyes, hidden behind a dark mask, glowed with an eerie light. The horse beneath him, a magnificent black stallion, reared up on its hind legs, its powerful muscles rippling under its sleek coat.

This was no ordinary rider, nor was it an ordinary night. The tales whispered in hushed tones by the villagers spoke of a man who had made a pact with the Devil himself—a man who had been betrayed, left for dead in the unforgiving desert, only to rise again as a harbinger of death and vengeance.