Onward and upward.
Along with that was a fun-looking little cylinder with numbers etched into revolving tumblers. It was sturdy, made out of some sort of brass alloy. I’d read enough Dan Brown to recognize it as a cryptex.
So, here it is. 4:39PM on Friday, January 16th. I’m at my desk. I’ve done all I can really do today. This week. For now. “And what is it that […]
I waited. I didn’t sleep. I waited. I mean, I was lying on a thin pad of a mattress. A mattress that felt like it was stuffed with dryer […]