THE PRIVATE STASH
THE HAMMER FILES
THE EVIDENCE SHREDDED BY THE SYSTEM.
My office hasn’t just been hit—the System ran a cleaner through the archive. As you can see, the files are a random mess because the Controller scrambled the Index and shuffled the ledger. We’ve got a lot of sifting to do if we’re going to recover the case reports and re-sequence my stolen manuscripts. This pile is the wreckage of a system failure. If you’re in on the game, this is where we start.
THE ECHO IN THE HEADLINE: THE INK ON THE PAGE
THE ECHO IN THE HEADLINE The ink on the page was dry, black, and screaming. My own words. My own byline. The Headline? “NEWZ FLASH: Tin-Pot Dictator
Alligator Alley: Monuments Built on Hate and Quicksand
The Perils of Hate: Monuments Built on Quicksand. The whispers started in the alleyways, down where the shadows stretch long and the truth gets twisted like
The Case of the Missing First Lady
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Jack Hammer-A Rip in Time Part 2: The Hard Line
The Hard Line I pushed up from the desk, the hard line of phantom pain in my chest a dull, sickening throb. The roar died in my throat, choked by the realization
A WORD FROM THE ARCHITECT
I am the architect. Jack Hammer is losing the mind I gave him. Jack Hammer is losing the mind I gave him.Let’s get one thing straight before you turn the
THE HAMMER FILES: Old Debts Payment Due
Thursday, Erma, Past Due The day had a fog of smog and dust as I waited on the corner. The cab was a rusted-out Ford filled with the scent of stale air and