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SIGNAL ARCHIVE // [[TRANSMISSION LOG]]

Ben Coupland

22 Nov 2025 — 1 min read

Season 01 - The Opening

TRM-SO1-001 // Transmission 001 // "The Closet"
TRM-SO1-002 // Transmission 002 // "Enjoy Your Journey"
TRM-SO1-003 // Transmission 003 // "Black & White"
TRM-SO1-004 // Transmission 004 // "Casserole"
TRM-SO1-005 // Transmission 005 // "No One Came"
TRM-SO1-006 // Transmission 006 // "Static"
TRM-SO1-007 // Transmission 007 // "The Spare Key"
TRM-SO1-008 // Transmission 008 // "84>0"
TRM-SO1-009 // Transmission 009 // "Still"
TRM-SO1-010 // Transmission 010 // "Carthis"
TRM-SO1-011 // Transmission 011 // "The Threshold"
TRM-SO1-012 // Transmission 012 // "Amazing Grace"
TRM-SO1-013 // Transmission 013 // "The Bridge"
TRM-SO1-014 // Transmission 014 // "Wait. Stop Danger. Run."
TRM-SO1-015 // Transmission 015 // "Polished Hinges"
TRM-SO1-016 // Transmission 016 // "The Arborist's Confession"
TRM-SO1-017 // Transmission 017 // "Insert Coin To Continue"
TRM-SO1-018 // Transmission 018 // "The View From Floor Five"
TRM-SO1-019 // Transmission 019 // "The Weight Of Water"
TRM-SO1-020 // Transmission 020 // "In Name Only"

Season 02 - The Middle Game

TRM-SO2-021 // Transmission 021 / "The Apple Tree"

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[SIGNAL ARCHIVE]

== ARCHIVE FILE: [SIGNAL ARCHIVE // [HOME]] == CLASSIFICATION: [Public] ACCESS LEVEL: [O1 // Observer] CREATED BY: [mnemonic.714] FILE STATUS: [Active] You are now inside the Signal Archive. Analyst presence: [registered] This archive holds the complete record of all transmissions collectively designated [THE HIDDEN GAME]. We log and review every recovered source feed,

Transmission 020 // “In Name Only”

Amelia stood before the Grand Central Library, but it was nothing like the place she’d left. The steel and glass facade still rose into the sky, but its surface was fractured and scarred. Deep cracks spiderwebbed across the grand arches, climbing the columns that had once inspired awe. Now

Transmission 019 // “The Weight of Water”

Amelia didn’t want to go inside. She stood outside the gate on Sycamore Lane, rain tapping against her hood, and told herself she was just catching her breath. Just letting the bus ride settle. Just giving herself a minute before she had to face the house, the silence, the