Submit a Secret
The electronic tip line is down, and it stays down until I am satisfied it's clean. It went dark the same night the old archive did — the January incident — and I do not believe in coincidences that tidy. I am rebuilding it myself, by hand, on equipment that has never touched this hosting company.
Until then, the old ways work fine: write it down on paper. Mail it care of the parish paper in Le Marais Perdu — they know how to reach me and they don't ask questions, which is its own story. Or tell it to the night clerk at any gas station on the 975. They're all mine.
Rules, for when it's back: no real names, yours or theirs. Landmarks, not coordinates. If it followed you home, do not write to me from home. And if what you have is a copy of an old archive page — you know who you are — that goes to the front of the line.
In Truth and Terror.
— Beau
