The Secret Life of Christ

Previously

…This was no coincidence. This was a deliberate, personal message. The Custodians were not just watching him; they were interacting with him, leaving their mark, their silent threats. The fear, once a distant hum, was now a roaring presence, a cold certainty that he had stepped into a game far more dangerous than he had ever imagined. He looked at the wooden bird, a beautiful harbinger of a terrifying reality, and knew that the investigation had taken a dark, irreversible turn. He was no longer just a reporter chasing a story; he was a target. The secret life of Christ was proving to be a secret that guarded itself with a ferocity that chilled him to the bone.