Chapter 1: The Glitch in the Fog
The Cornwall Chronicles Chapter 1: The Glitch in the Fog T he morning mist in Cornwall didn't roll in; it crawled. It was a thick, heavy "Sea-Blue" fog that swallowed the jagged cliffs and turned the Atlantic into a silent, breathing beast. In the center of the Serene Circle cottage, Buster sat by the hearth. His ears were pricked, not at a sound, but at a feeling . To the untrained eye, he looked like a dog watching a fire. But Buster was scanning. His internal "Compass" was spinning. The air felt jagged. The atmosphere was vibrating with a low-frequency hum—the kind of Red Static that usually preceded a total system crash. TACTICAL STATUS: Perimeter breach imminent. High-decibel interference detected from the mainland. "It’s back," a voice rasped from the shadows. Shadow stepped into the light of a salt lamp, his tactical vest clickin...