My name is Gaspard Jerome Masson, and I have one regret. The last word smudged beneath the old man’s trembling hand. He drew a breath, then continued writing. Her name was Marie. ### June 6, 1944 Rennes...

“Mister, um…” Brushing a stray brunette lock from my eyes, I squint at the top section of the form on my clipboard. “I hope I’m pronouncing this right. Is it Uberloorde?” Bare scalp glistening under the...

I peered down the prison ward’s empty hallway—shiny and sterilized like everything else in the Domand Empire. “All right, I'm here.” My whisper echoed off the metal walls. “Which cell is Colton’s?” Alexander’s...

Today, the war ends for me. That’s what I tell myself, as I enter the royal suite. One last mission and I’ll satisfy the debt binding me to the Great Lord. Darkness envelops me like a friend. My hand closes...

“Grow, and live,” I whispered to the glass butterfly in my hand. I kissed it and placed it into the dirt hole in front of me. “Now cover it,” my mother said. “Everything must die and return to the earth before...