The air in Newport, Rhode Island, smelled of salt spray, hydrangeas, and old money. At the Sterling Estate—a sprawling Gilded Age mansion perched…
The glass walls of the Romero penthouse in Chicago didn’t just offer a view of the skyline; they served as a reminder that…
The mud of Bavaria in April 1945 did not smell like spring. It smelled of pulverized brick, unwashed wool, and the sickly-sweet rot…
The mud in the Ruhr Valley didn’t just coat your boots; it ate them. It was a thick, industrial gray sludge, a mixture…
The mud of Bavaria in April 1945 did not smell like spring. It smelled of pulverized brick, unwashed bodies, and the distinct, oily…
The war came to Oakhaven, Nebraska, not with the scream of a siren or the thunder of artillery, but with the polite jingle…
The departure lounge at Chicago O’Hare’s Terminal 5 was a study in suspended animation. It was a grey, fluorescent-lit purgatory where time seemed…
Elsa Weber sat in the cellar of what used to be a bakery, clutching her seven-year-old nephew, Lukas, against her side. Above them,…
The obstetrics consultation room at St. Jude’s Medical Center smelled of rubbing alcohol and cold, recycled air. It was a sterile scent that…
The wind howled through the peaks of the Colorado Rockies, a mournful sound that rattled the frosted windows of the cabin. It was…