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You know… when I was a kid, before everything went wrong, before Fernicus turned the house into a warzone, before the nightmares started and before the world got heavy… there were nights where my mom would take me camping. Just … Read More

You want to talk about old wounds, Tombstone? Fine. Let’s talk about them. Because you’re right about one thing — we do share one. A wound carved deep, long before Ascension, long before Red Snow, long before I ever lifted … Read More

You ever see a kid playing dress-up, Jackson? It’s adorable, really. A little boy standing in his daddy’s clothes — sleeves dragging on the floor, collar hanging off his shoulders, trying so hard to look like a man. You can … Read More

There are two kinds of poison in this world. The first is fast. You take it in, and it rips through you immediately. Your body shuts down, your lungs collapse, and within minutes, you’re gone. But the second—the second is … Read More

Jasper Redgrave likes to call himself an artist. He walks into a room, knife in hand, smile across his face, and he talks about creation. He talks about masterpieces. He talks about painting his canvas in crimson, about shaping something … Read More

Abuse. It’s a word I’ve known since I was a boy. Back then, it wasn’t in the ring, it wasn’t in Arcadia—it was in my own home. My father’s fists, my father’s belt, my father’s voice that broke me down … Read More

You ever hear the saying, “Man’s best friend”? That’s what I thought I was. To you. A companion. A partner. A brother. I followed you through every fire, Doom. Never questioned. Never barked when I was told to stay quiet. … Read More

When I was a boy, I used to pray. Not for toys. Not for riches. Not for miracles. Just… for peace. I used to get on my knees beside a bed too small for my bruised back, fold my hands, … Read More

Once upon a time, I had a problem. Gas. Not the kind you pump into a generator. Not the kind that powers Arcadia’s systems. No, I mean the kind that bloats you up, that stretches your belly until you feel … Read More

When I was a kid, we had a dog. My father didn’t want it. Said we couldn’t afford another mouth to feed. Said it would stink up the house, scratch up the floor, and bark too loud. But my mother—God … Read More