Riwings used to serve as messenger angels during the war, but have since been replaced by radio technology. Their nests are common sights in urban areas- pink, round, and stupid.
-Excerpt on Riwings from Basic Theornithology by Y. Peck

“You’re just a little man, looking up at a light on the mountain.”
-Unknown

This is the last page of the record that I managed to salvage from [REDACTED]. If anything remains, only the ravens know. I’m uploading this here as a prayer that someone out there will catch what I missed, will connect some dots that I couldn’t find. Do it for me. I’m putting my life on this mystery. There’s a hammer right beside my keyboard, and the second I publish this post, I’m gonna put it to use. This computer was nice while it lasted. Thanks for twelve years of service, old girl.

This is where I take my leave. I’m headed to the deep west, somewhere that would give even the most grizzled Bureau agents pause. But who am I kidding?

No leaker has ever escaped the Bureau’s hounds.

But there’s a first for everything, right?