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“When I was a child, my father-  George Cade, made me carry a box of weights up the stairs to the second floor of our home.” “I can still feel it now, the way my knees buckled trying to lift … Read More

Jackson leans against a wall, a picture in his hands. “They say a picture is worth a thousand words.” The photo in his hands is of him standing between Joey and their father. They look happy, proud. “A story captured … Read More

“Trust is a fickle thing, Harry.” “It’s a bit like a child. At first, you’re supposed to hold it close to your chest, cherish it, and nurture it as it deserves. It can’t grow unless you feed it, and it … Read More

[Jackson Cade stands across from a clear plastic wall, a sneer on his face.] “I think I’ve finally understood just why you refuse to let me go, Jasper.” [Cade places a hand on the wall, Jasper Redgrave standing in the … Read More

“Have you ever been in a prison riot?” “It comes at you fast and without warning. A moment of calm quickly erupting into a storm of flying fists and battered bodies as chaos spills forth into the halls.” “These prisoners, … Read More

“Arcadia is a cage.” “A massive jail cell that’s been locked up tight and the key long since thrown away. It’s a monument to confinement, an inescapable tower for all who inhabit it.” “Now, you can look at those walls … Read More

Pandemonium, two years prior. A nail is driven deep into Jackson Cade’s palm, blood pooling onto the floor beneath him as he writhes in agony. The punishment wracks his body, another nail driven through his other palm, crucifying Cade in place. Jackson … Read More

“As a cadet, I used to want to be a member of the APD’s K9 unit.” “Their hounds weren’t just intimidating, they were vicious. Biting, snarling, and clawing at the snap of your fingers. These were beasts bred for war … Read More

CJ Thorpe’s grave. “Have you ever heard the story of Sisyphus?” Jackson’s hand shoots from the mud caking the bottom, gripping the walls of the grave. “A man, trapped in hell, spends every day moving a boulder up a hill. … Read More

“You know, when I was real little my mom used to make these delicious cookies.” “I can smell them now just thinking about it. Like warm happiness radiating through the house when I woke up in the morning. Tasted like … Read More