The Seven Towers of Satan: No Footprints. No Sound. Just Presence.

The thing about human bones is they’re not supposed to bend that way...

In 2006, outside a U.S. military base near Sinjar, Iraq, a cluster of American soldiers watched through night vision as something that looked like a person started walking. Not walking toward them. Not walking away. Just walking in place, its skeleton splintering backwards at angles that made grown men turn away from their scopes.

Its head jerked and rolled like someone was playing with a broken doll.

Then it vanished. When the patrol returned to base, shaken and silent, it was back. Same spot. Standing there in the green haze of their equipment. Waiting.

The soldiers filed their reports. Command buried them. But the stories leaked, as stories do, and found their way to researchers who had been tracking something else entirely: a mathematical pattern hidden in geography, a series of locations that a French mystic claimed were wounds in reality itself, and a collection of 13,000 occult books that Heinrich Himmler died trying to understand.

Welcome to the Seven Towers of Satan.

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