The city breathed differently now. Once, Berlin had been a theater of frenzy, where Hitler’s shrill voice cut through the air like a knife, his words whipped into the populace…

(Imperial Bureau of Cultural Oversight — Confidential Translation) Subject: Albert Speer, Reichskanzler and self-styled Führer of the New ReichDate: Year 1944 (Axis Reckoning)Origin: Berlin Central NodeFile Code: JN–Σ–47/STEEL–GLASS Summary:Following the…

Paris glistened like a jewel mounted in another man’s crown. The city that had once belonged to lovers, poets, and revolutionaries had been remade into a brothel for conquerors —…

We have earned this. After months on the line, the Reich grants us leave, and I could not have imagined a city like this. New Orleans is unlike any in…

(Unsigned, circulated internally through Sicherheitsdienst channels) I arrived in Warsaw by armored train under gray skies, the air thick with coal smoke and the hiss of steam valves. The city…

The journey east felt endless — snow stretching to the horizon, villages swallowed in silence, the train’s brass pistons hammering like a war drum. And then, suddenly, it was there…

We arrived in Prague by armored train, its brass pistons hissing as it slowed beneath the great iron canopy of Wilson Station. Even the station is an artifact here —…

The Opéra was no longer a temple to art — it was a boudoir. As I stepped into the grand foyer, the marble seemed to glow too white, the gilded…

The city felt like a corset, drawn tighter with each step. Vienna had always been baroque, a place of chandeliers and coffee spoons, Strauss waltzes and gold-leafed façades — but…

Vienna had felt like a corset; Prague was a reliquary. I moved through the Old Town as though inside a display case, glass walls pressing in on every side. The…