Prologue   Jerusalem slept uneasily beneath the silver gaze of the moon. In the tangled streets above, dogs barked and merchants snored,...

Part 1: Thread of Light Daniel Rhys awoke with tears on his cheeks. They were not tears of sorrow but something harder to name—something luminous and aching, like a memory just out of reach. It felt like a memory that didn’t belong to this life. His sheets clung to him like mist, the sweat cooling against his skin in the pre-dawn quiet. A low hum reverberated through his bones, like the fading chord of a forgotten song. The room was still, but the air vibrated as if the dream

Part 1: Before the Storm The storm had arrived without warning—thunder rolling like a drumbeat from some forgotten age, lightning...

By Bill Combs      Part 1: The Locker Door to Nowhere I’ve always suspected that my locker was trying to kill me. Maybe it’s the way the...