The Static on the Horizon: A Study in Iron, Legacy, and Institutional Silence
CHAPTER 1: THE TIDE AT CAPE FEAR “Sir, you are exactly three paces past the painted red line, and I am already out of warnings.” Lieutenant Nora Vance did not raise her voice. The cold coastal air carried it well enough across the damp concrete of Pier 4. Her white service dress uniform was immaculate,…