Part 1 The grinder. Even the name is honest. It’s a flat, sun-baked square of concrete at Coronado, but to me, it’s a…

Part 1 The humidity at Fort Haven clings. It’s not just air; it’s a weight. That morning, it felt like a wet blanket…

Part 1 “Open your bag, janitor. Let’s see what you’re hiding.” I didn’t answer. I didn’t even breathe, really. I just stayed still,…

Part 1 The four-star general stood tall, his presence sucking all the air out of the courtyard. Then, his arm snapped up, a…

My name is Morgan. Twenty years ago, my father’s voice was the sound of iron striking stone. “You made your bed. Now lie…

Part 1 The room didn’t just get quiet. It died. The air was sucked out, replaced by a heavy, suffocating pressure that pressed…

Part 1 Interogation Room 3 was a concrete box. Ten by ten. Beige walls, scuffed with the ghosts of a thousand other interrogations.…

Part 1 It started like a clock. 4:47 AM. My keys in the diner door. 4:55 AM. The main breaker. 5:00 AM. The…

Part 1 My knees hit the gravel before my brain even registered the fall. The impact was a dull, tearing thud. Dust and…

Part 1 “911, what’s your emergency?” The line crackled. Static and silence. Then, a voice so small it barely registered, a feather brushing…