The Capital
Germania: avenues wide enough to march an army down, a dome large enough to swallow a cathedral. Built to make the citizen feel like a detail in someone else's drawing.
The World
Seventeen Years
Seventeen Years
After the War
By 1962 the war is seventeen years won and the victory is eating itself. The Reich that swallowed a continent cannot digest it. What follows is not a war of conquest but a war of succession — fought in ministries, broadcast studios, and the streets of a capital built to last a thousand years.
The Succession
With the founder failing, the machine has no instruction for what comes next. Ministries, party organs, and armed services each claim the mandate.
The Periphery
Occupied territories, client states, and frozen fronts where the cost of the victory is paid daily and counted nowhere.
The Point of All This
Every ideology that promises order through domination ends the same way. This is that story, told through the eyes of the people who have to live inside it.