I. The Liturgy of the Morning The light in the Sonoran Desert is bleeding. It spills over the Rincon Mountains like a bruised purple, shifting into a relentless, blinding gold that commands the desert floor. I woke before the sun, as...

Chapter I: The Sterile SentenceThe hospital room was a blinding, clinical void that promised a cure it couldn’t actually deliver. Adam Gutierrez lay pinned to a thin mattress, the sterile sheets feeling like a shroud he wasn't quite ready...