Recommended Reading Order

 

READING ORDER

INTRODUCTION, DEFINITION AND CONTEXT

Guidelines: Transparency Notice
About Our Correspondent: Richard Hardenburg


EARLY RESEARCH AND FIRST SIGNALS

On the Phenomenological and Physiological Attributes of Sasquatchus anonymus: A Preliminary Inquiry (Research Paper)
The Norport Anomaly
The Norport Anomaly — The Williams Account (Eyewitness Testimony)
The Severnaya Expedition: In Pursuit of the Norport Anomaly


FIELD REPORTS AND PERSONAL ACCOUNTS

Mr. Leonov
Form Norport To the White North — November 2, 2025
Letters from the White North: Istanbul
The Night at The JW Marriott: Plot Thickens
Shadows Over the Bosphorus
The Missing Forty Seconds
Dark Station Wagon
Letters from the White North: On To Moscow
CANADIAN EXPLORERS SAVED! (Breaking News)


POLITICAL AND MILITARY RESPONSES

Murmansk
Opinion: Why Now?
The Man Under the Uniform
The Last Mission of K-88 Grom
The Soviet Anomaly (Due)


SCIENTIFIC ESCALATION AND GLOBAL CONSEQUENCES

Atomic Centrifuge and Refractive Index Manipulation in Superheavy Isotopes: A Physics-Based Model for Transient Refractive Anomalies (Technical Paper)
Questions Arise After Tokyo Hit by Multiple Nighttime Emergencies (News Report)
Chief Cabinet Secretary Sato Akihiko Addresses Crisis (Official Statement)

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