The Fractured White House Years

Previously

…I carefully closed the lid of the chest, the brass clasps clicking shut with a finality that felt both ominous and exhilarating. I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my bones, that my life had just irrevocably changed. The footnotes had become a roar, and I, Hugo Vance, historian of the forgotten, was now standing at the precipice of a truth that could shake the world. The adventure had truly begun.