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Chapter 02, “Desk 1,” Part 1

Posted on 2025-09-30 by Shay

I wandered numbly through the crushing silence and noticed where the intruders had left their marks: footprints and bits of yellow attic insulation on the rug upstairs, open closets and cabinet doors, and wrinkles in the gold satin runner on … Continue reading →

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Chapter 01, “Twenty-Three Angels,” Part 3

Posted on 2025-09-25 by Shay

The office phone rang again. “Answer it, but remember what I told you,” Taylor Emmings warns. I feel like a hostage. I stand and approach the phone. I can see the caller ID reads “Jimmy.” “Hey, Jimmy,” I say, trying … Continue reading →

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Chapter 01, “Twenty-Three Angels,” Part 2

Posted on 2025-09-23 by Shay

I feel a tremor run through my body. “May I have the cup of tea from my desk?” “Yes,” says the ponytailed woman. “I will get it for you.” She walks out of the kitchen and across the wooden floor … Continue reading →

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Chapter 01, “Twenty-Three Angels,” Part 1

Posted on 2025-09-19 by Shay

“History is written by the survivors.” – Social Forces, October 1931 [2011-09-19] There are 8 or 10 of them. Bulletproof vests and sidearms. I freeze. Their uniforms trigger a flashback to when I was 14. The time my mother set me … Continue reading →

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