
PART 1: The Silent Watcher The night vision goggles turned the world into a grainy, monochromatic nightmare. Green static washed…

The wind off the Elizabeth River had teeth. It was a raw, wet cold that November afternoon, the kind that…

PART 1: The Invisible Variable The radio crackled, a burst of static that sounded like tearing paper in the hushed…

PART 1: The Dead Don’t Bleed Six months is a long time to be dead. According to the Pentagon,…

Chapter 1: The Invisible Man The squeak of the cart wheel was the only sound in the sterile hallway of…

PART 1: THE GHOST IN THE SCRUBS The smell of Howard Patterson’s office was the first thing to hit me—a…

PART 1: THE GHOST IN THE GREY HOODIE The rain didn’t just fall; it assaulted the glass. It hammered against…

“Ela agora é um fardo seu.” Essas foram as palavras exatas da minha mãe. A frase foi dita na noite…

PART 1: THE CRUCIBLE Chapter 1: The Weight of a Name The humidity on the West Point parade grounds that…

Chapter 1: The Silence of the Mansion The silence in my house always cost me exactly twenty-five thousand dollars a…

Chapter 1: The Snap Heard ’Round the Base The sound of Colonel Randall Stone’s wrist breaking echoed across the parade…

The fluorescent lights of the roadside convenience store hummed a tired, electric song, a sound that vibrated in the bones…

Part 1: The Plea and the Promise Chapter 1: The Doorway of No Return The door wasn’t just…

A cidade de Chicago pulsava naquela noite de sexta-feira, uma sinfonia elétrica de buzinas, sirenes distantes e risadas que ecoavam…

Chapter 1: The Mausoleum of Money The silence in the Hart estate didn’t feel like peace. It felt like a…

PART 1: The Alley and The Oath Chapter 1: The Broken Promise I’ve spent half my life in…

O calor em Savannah não era apenas uma condição climática; era um peso físico, uma manta úmida e sufocante que…

Chapter 1: The Scrambled Egg You get that ink out of a cereal box, old-timer? The voice was young, sharp,…

CHAPTER 1: THE GHOST NEXT DOOR The knocking wasn’t polite. It didn’t sound like a delivery driver or a neighbor…

The Arizona sun was a hammer, beating down on the baked earth with a white-hot fury that seemed personal. It…