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Three stories. Three worlds. One truth. Featuring "NAM-LU-GAL, which means KINGSHIP," "The Crack in Everything," and "Manna From Heaven." --Written by Alexander Saxton, Anthony Botelho, and Jacob Duarte Spiel. Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation. The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

“Mr Carter,” he began, tossing down a manila file folder. “Do you know who I am and why I’m here?” “You’re the Shrink.” Carter didn’t make eye-contact. “You’re here because the Judge wants to know if I’m crazy.” At least he was lucid, the Shrink thought. It made for a pleasant change of pace. --Written by Alexander Saxton Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation. The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found

I turned off the light on my phone and sat there, down in that space. In the utter blackness, in the cool, hidden from the pressures of the world. There were no draining bank accounts down there, no stalled careers, no worlds spinning out into madness and loss. There was nothing. And that was a relief. Down there it was safe, contained, cool... empty. --Written by Alexander Saxton and performed by Anthony Botelho Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation. The Wrong

“Sleipnir,” I said. It was the name of the Ghost Ship we were out there trying to find. “Sleipnir. I’m not sure I like it.” “Your instincts serve you well,” said our own Ship, it's voice like lightning sizzling over distant hills. “It is an evil name." --Written by Alexander Saxton Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation. The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w. Learn more

Rip, peel, puncture... Wrench, boil, burn... When Fado worked, the troubling dreams - if they were dreams - seemed to vanish. So Fado, the greatest torturer in the Holy Searchers, worked as much as he could. --Written by Jacob Duarte Spiel Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation. The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit