The Mark: Redemption 📥

In the sweltering heat of Bangkok, the world had fractured. Above, the sky was a bruised purple, scarred by the sudden disappearance of millions during the Rapture. On the ground, Chad Turner—an ex-special forces agent—felt the steady, rhythmic pulse in his forearm where the "Mark" had been forcibly implanted.

As the hum of black-clad mercenaries’ drones grew louder, Chad didn't run. He knew Turk would never stop. The redemption he sought wouldn't be found in a hidden bunker or a flight to another continent. It would be found in a stand—protecting the technology from those who would use it to enslave the survivors, and perhaps, in the process, finally listening to the echoes of the faith he had left behind. The Mark: Redemption

Chad looked at the jagged scar on his arm. He remembered his brother’s words about faith and redemption—conversations he had dismissed as fairytales until the sky opened up. Now, he was a marked man in more ways than one. To the world's new master, he was a walking hard drive. To himself, he was a man seeking a path back to a grace he never thought he'd need. In the sweltering heat of Bangkok, the world had fractured