The woman danced, first lovingly, then violently with tears whipped from her eyes as she thrashed and moaned, as one calling out to a...

The pounding of my feet against cold stone filled my head. I burst through black wooden doors to what I hoped was reprieve, as much from...

I don’t know if the shock dropped me to my knees or the exhaustion, perhaps both. The high stain glass windows would have allowed...

I write that these events and horrors may not fade into obscurity. That my insights may not be regarded as the ramblings of a mad man,...