The Witch's TongueThe sky was still and heavy. I sat alone, listening to the wind slide over the rooftops like a whisper that didn’t want to be heard. That night, God spoke. Not in thunder. Not in fire. But in silence beside the television set. He gave visions. Six or seven, clear and hard as bullets. And one of them — one — was dark enough t

Roy Dawson had always been the quiet one in the back of the classroom. With thick glasses perched on his nose and a notebook filled with scribbles, he seemed unassuming to most. But beneath that unremarkable exterior lay a genius—a mind brimming with creativity and brilliance that few ever took the time to notice. For years, he felt like a ghost