The Taste of Truth The dust of the Texas Panhandle did not settle; it hung in the pale September air like a golden, suffocating veil. Inside the olive-drab transport truck,...
Chapter I: The Dust of the Brazos The brakes of the transport truck shrieked, a metallic scream that seemed to echo from the ruined cities of Europe all the way...
Chapter I: The Freight of the Vanquished The tires of the heavy transport truck churned the cold October mud of rural Pennsylvania, their rhythmic slap-squelch sounding to Greta Hoffmann like...
The morning of September 12, 1944, brought a blistering Central Texas heat that seemed to radiate directly from the limestone earth of Camp Swift. East of Austin, the pine-dotted landscape...
The Mountain’s Secret The smell of woodsmoke and damp cedar always brings it back. For over thirteen years, I’ve kept a secret that has heavy-hilled my conscience, a secret that...
The Deer Trail The heat of July in the Pacific Northwest does not bake the earth so much as it coaxes a thick, resinous steam from the cedar needles and...
The Paramedic’s Secret The rain in the Cascade Range doesn’t just fall; it heavy-drops from the sky like wet wool, soaking into the Douglas firs until the entire world smells...
The temperature outside the cabin was dropping fast, coasting down toward twenty below, but inside, the small cast-iron stove threw off a dry, snapping heat that smelled of cured spruce...
The photograph had been resting in the center of Dr. Sarah Chen’s desk for nearly fifteen years. It was a glossy, slightly faded print of seventeen-year-old Rebecca Caldwell, taken in...
The fluorescent lights of the Portland hospital buzzed with a low, agonizing hum that seemed to vibrate right through the linoleum floor. It was March 14th, 2011. Outside, a typical...