At the multimillionaire’s wife’s funeral, a homeless girl pointed at the casket and screamed, “She’s not dead! I saw him lock her in!” The husband sneered, “Get this lunatic out of here.” But when the lock broke and the lid slid open, what lay inside made the entire crowd freeze in terror…

my soul. Our world had been cracked wide open, exposed to the worst elements of human malice, but together, we had rebuilt something vastly stronger than steel or stone.

Yet, in a city like Saint Aurelia, peace often walked hand in hand with caution.

The following morning, I sat alone in my mahogany-paneled study, reviewing the final security reports continue reading …