The Amelia Project - Introducing: Derelict

Episode Date: March 12, 2026

An ancient door lies at the bottom of Earth’s ocean. A powerful corporation builds a secret base to open it. What could possibly go wrong?DERELICT is a cinematic sci-fi thriller inspired by Aliens, Lovecraft, and 2001: A Space Odyssey. Both seasons are available now. Listen wherever you get your podcasts or visit  https://pod.link/1473460202 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Naturally, a very powerful corporation decides the sensible thing to do is to build a research base around it and try to open it, which, as you might suspect, may not be the best idea. The second season continues the story several years later, this time in deep space. Inspired by things like aliens, Lovecraft and 2001 a space odyssey, derelict is a cinematic audio experience with millions of downloads and thousands of five-star reviews.

Both seasons are out now. Just search for Derelict in your podcast app. Visit derelictpodcast.com or click the link in the episode notes. And now, enjoy the very first episode of season one. They say that in the dark, the eyes begin to see. And in the silence, we begin to listen.

Believe me, nowhere is. it darker or quieter than in this place, the bottom of the ocean, 19,000 feet down. That's why I came here after all, isn't it? Why I buried myself. The furthest away I could possibly get. Loss is an insidious thing. Whatever we try to escape, we inevitably bring with us. Even to the darkest, quiet. test places and in the dark choice. Huh. Jesus.

Doctor Roth. Yes. Are you okay? I'm fine. Your heart rate is quite elevated. Your blood oxygen level. I'm fine. Clayton.

Thank you. Dreams again? Is that a crime? Would you like a sedative? It can really help you sleep. No. If, according to the biologues, you haven't slept a regular cycle more than a month.

How many times do you have to say I'm fine? Logs don't lie, either. And they don't tell the whole story either, Sarah. What's up with the repairs? We'd have to ask Freeman for the whole picture. But last I heard it was going well. They have most of the supports for Fatham West patched, working on North Now.

I know where you're asking. I haven't heard of the access to relays back up or not. Hopefully not much longer. A couple of weird things, though. What? Well, they finally got the mainframe open. With Mac acting the way he's been, everyone felt there must have been some damage to his systems from the explosion, flooding or something.

There wasn't? Not only that Emerson could find. No water present in the room, mainframe itself is undamaged. They're going over it now, though. Well, no one knows Mac like Emerson. That's the other thing. No one knows where Emerson is. What do you mean? No one knows.

Max's personnel tracking is down now and no one can raise her on combs. She may be outside, checking the capsule's exterior. With all the airy activity, though... Well, people don't just disappear, especially down here, and Emerson's sort of aloof. Anyway, she'll show up at lunch. Sarah, I... I need to get up now. I still think sedatives.

Thank you. Doctor. Good morning, Mac. I was just talking about you. I heard Emerson is poking around in your brain. Miss Emerson is attempting to determine the cause of my minor malfunctions. My own diagnostics continue to show no errors or latency. Well, something's up. Yesterday you told me it was snowing in Chicago. In June. It is puzzling. I was extensively stress tested before being approved for deployment. An explosion, such as the One fathom base experience last week should not have caused any permanent damage. Will you be returning to sleep, Dr. Graff?

No. No, I don't think so. I'll prepare your coffee. You have two new voicemails if you would like them. Who's the first from? The first voicemail is from your wife, Dr. Graff. She's not my... Play it.

Please, Mac. Plain message from Angela Graff. Time staffed at June 17th, 1145 p.m. Hi, do this. You never respond. It's like talking to a ghost, or sending messages to a ghost, or... Christ, Eva, we haven't spoken in two months. I at least expected something yesterday. Yesterday of all days.

You know, you act like you're the only one who feels anything. Or, I don't know, like you're the only one who has a right to feel anything. It's really selfish. You know that? It's really... I'm not gonna send these anymore, Eva. Took a commission off world. Colony assignment.

It's not with the corporation, you don't have to worry about that. It's my own thing. What I wanted to do for a long time, you know what. I just, Eva, I waited as long as I could, I guess. You're not coming back. I don't understand it. Can be there for each other, go through this together. I don't...

I miss her too. Maybe even just as much as you. I'm sorry. I called you selfish to you. I'm sorry every way I can be sorry. I love you. Eva, always. Would you like to respond to the message, Dr. Graff? Would you like to respond to the message? Delete it. Are you certain, Dr. Graff? Delete it. Message deleted. Would you like to hear your second voice? Eva, I need you to wake up and get over to hydroponics. Good morning to you too, Joe.

ISD's here wants to meet with us. Already, I thought his sub wasn't scheduled until tomorrow night. Yeah, well, I guess he decided to accelerate the schedule. I don't think it's a good sign, do you? Can it wait? I'm just not... It's internal security, Eva. No, it can't wait.

I'd like to know what you plan to say, though. Yeah, well, I bet you would. Eva, I swear to God, if you try to pin this on me... Fathom is your base, isn't it, Joe? You are the commander. Edgar's was... science team, not command. And it was your security protocols he overrode, your explosives he stole.

Look, there's plenty of blame to go around. That's how they're going to look at it. I just think, I just think we put our heads together on this. We can come out of this with our jobs still intact. Oh God, Joe, neither of us tried to blow up the damn base, did we? The only one on the chopping block is Edgar's. MDs put way too much money into this travesty to pull either of us out now. Really?

Then why are they ordering what's left of the science team back to the surface? What? Wait, what? They can't do that. We're already a skeleton crew. I have half the people I need to complete this or even figure out. They can't do that, and they did. Not essentials, too, indefinitely.

We started mothballing rovers and dive suits last night, and analytics just left out a sub 15 minutes ago. Where have you been? Joe, that doesn't make any sense. There has to be an explanation. There, there's a... Yeah, there's an explanation. You've been down here 11 months, and that thing out there is no closer to being open than the day it was found.

Add to that, you got people on your team running around trying to blow up the place, a place that, yes, they have sunk a lot of money into. What you think was going to happen, Eva? What do you think they were going to do? Okay, I don't know what to... I'll fix this. I'll fix it. I'm holding my breath, Dr. Graff.

Hydropics, ASAP. Shit. Shit. Shit. Get a grip. Get a grip. Get a grip. Get a grip. Undelate that last message. Please. Message from Angela Graff restored.

Have I already asked if you would like coffee this morning, Dr. Graff? Yes, Mac. You have. Apologies, Dr. Graff. I don't seem quite myself, do I? One me both. We've been through a lot together. Amory? We have worked together for quite some time, yes, Dr. Graff.

You were designed for this project. I believe Maastorian virtual intelligence development was already in the process of planning for a new VI model, but the discovery of the fathom artifact accelerated the development process. Exactly. If we never would have found the vault, you and I would never have met. I suppose that is true, Dr. Graff. A computer. And you are the closest thing I have.

to a friend down here. I appreciate the cinnamon, Dr. Graff. Her action's a great deal. Never wonder why things work out the way they do, Mac? Never look back at your life and see all the turning points? One turning point even sets you on a totally different course. Like a terrain that takes the wrong track. And you're locked in then.

There's no going back. Those types of calculations are beyond my programming. Lucky you, Mac. Look at you. Swell. She is. Here I am. Eva, this is Agent Blaine, ISD.

Dr. Grave? Eva's fine. Eva? Appreciate you coming. No, it's early. No, you weren't expecting me until tomorrow. It's your world, Agent Plain. We just live in it.

See, you've already been talking with Commander Freeman? I wanted to talk to you separately, if that's okay. You're ISD. I want to call. cooperate in any way I can. I appreciate that. I know you've had a rough time of it. Freeman was just going over the status of the base repairs.

Yeah. Northern Platform got hit the worst. Three capsules breached and flooded. But the supports on West and North were damaged. Dodger-Oggars planted explosives up and down both. And 11 people were killed. Am I right about that? Yeah.

That's right. You guys will have to keep forgiving me. There's a lot down here. I don't understand. You're rushing the support repairs because underwater storms? Eddies, it's the technical term. Big pockets of moving water that break off from the boundary current nearby. It happens frequently here.

It's one of the reasons working outside is so dangerous. What kind of currents are we talking about? Intense when they surge 40 to 50 knots and 40 to 50 knots of hundreds of tons of water. Got it. Mack has a model for forecasting them. Right now, the forecast is. There's no eddies for three days, which is the window we're going with. We should have the supports repaired and embraced by them.

I see. What door is this, the one you're working on here? Hydroponics. These doors came down when the explosion happened and go a wedge when the capsule shifted. Every room on Fathom is basically its own separate building. We call them capsules. Every entry point into a new capsule has emergency pressure doors that come down in the event of a hole breach to seal them. Max says the capsule on the other side isn't flooded, but even so,

it's probably a total loss. Crops don't do well without irrigation. Is it possible the damage was more isolated to the northern platform intentionally? If Dr. Edgars wanted to target one platform over another, I think he'd focus on West. The reactor's there. That's where you'd do the most damage. I'd say he did enough damage regardless.

The labs are on this platform, though. All your research, so is your VI's mainframe. From what I hear, it's been acting erratic. Yeah, that's true. V.I. has been acting strange ever since. Emerson's trying to figure it out now. Strange how? Simple things. Waking teams up at the wrong times, forgetting the people are,

shutting lights off the middle of lunch, stuff like that. But his main functions? He hasn't missed a beat as far as the project goes, and he designed the repair procedure for the platform supports on West and North. You ask me, I think it should be shut down. Turning off the lights is one thing. Depressurizing the base is another. Mack wouldn't do that.

What Dr. Graff means? to say is Mac's programming wouldn't allow it to do that, but she thinks of Mac is a person, I see it as a tool, and tools can malfunction. You think, what, Edgars was targeting Mac? I don't know, but Dr. Eggers was a smart guy. Triple PhD, Band 11, Nobel Prize-winning engineer with almost 100 patents.

So? Just doesn't sound like a guy to me that does anything randomly. I'd like to speak to the VI engineer if I could. So would I. But Emerson's been offline all morning. Offline? Can't raise her on comms and Mac can't pinpoint her location. Then again, he can't pinpoint anyone's location right now. I guess...

Everyone hold on to something! ...breached to the other side of the door. Mac, resealed the pressure doors. We should have done that already. Matt! Attention, please stay clear. Sealing hydroponics pressure doors in three... ...

When the pressure doors were first opened, the water on the other side of me... You said it wasn't breached. You said it was pressurized. I am confused by this chain of events. I see in my communication logs I did state that hydroponics was pressurized and free of water. I cannot explain this this. I want it shut down. I got men hurt. We're lucky we ought to just drown to death.

I want it shut down. You can't shut it down, Joe. It's a hundred million dollar asset. We can do an alpha-level reboot if we need to, but Emerson is AWOL. If we need to, it almost killed. Everyone relax, but we'll take a breath. Don't tell me to take a breath. Freeman!

Take a breath. Sure. But shut it down. Shut it down, or I will. I mean it. What does that mean, Joe? We've already had enough sabotage, don't you think? Joe!

God damn it. You okay? Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just... Welcome to Fathom. Tensions are high, nothing I didn't expect. You wouldn't shut him down, right? You wouldn't shut down, Mac.

No. Oh, you're right. Shutting down to VI is essentially terminating, not to mention hitting the leap button and all the stored research. It's a very expensive asset. Like a corporation. I couldn't afford that loss.

Not now, not that after the explosion. We're already short-staffed as it is. I am going to limit Max access to critical systems, though. I keep them online, just rained in. But not for the project, right? I'd have him for that? For research? All critical systems.

Just for the moment. That's going to limit my research ability. I'm aware. No, I don't think you are. I need Mac for signal analysis, for calculations on the equation, not to mention... Dr. Graf, you're not going to be doing any research in the immediate future. I'm ordering a relay shut down even if the connection's restored.

You can't do that. You already pulled the rest of my team. Now you're taking Mac and the relay? Let's talk somewhere else. Let's talk now. I need Mac. I need... Let's talk somewhere else, Dr. Graff.

Fine. There's a meeting room in Lab 3. I was thinking observation. You want to see it. I'll want to see it. Like I said, it's your world. Follow me, Agent Blaine. No.

180 degree view of the whole sordid affair. We're looking outside? Into the water? We are. Feels darker than space. It actually is. In space, you get starlight. Not much, but it still counts lumens.

Down here, there's nothing. What, it's straight out there? About 600 yards. Usually there is some kind of illumination around. it, subs, rovers, divers, divers, but since the explosions, that's all stopped. Sometimes I think I can almost see it better with the lights off. Like it's darker than everything else. I don't see anything.

Just black. Mack. I'm here, Dr. Graff. Will you hit the vault lights for me? Full spread, Dr. Graff? Yes, please. Now that is something. Yes.

Yes, it is. The size? I didn't expect. It's 2,000 feet in diameter. Carbon dating? 7 million years old. 7 million? That's unbelievable.

The first proof of extraterrestrial life, and we find at the bottom of the ocean. Life is too ironic to fully understand. It takes noise to appreciate silence and absence to value presence. You scientists. You all love Voltaire, don't you? You forgot a part, though. It takes sadness to understand what happiness is.

I don't believe that part. Correct my math. Like I said, still come up to speed on this. Eleven years ago, an energy company comes down here looking for a geothermal reactor site. They on earth that instead buried 19,000 feet down And we think It's a door?

We know it is Substropic filters show a space under it A big space Doors in your perfect circle The laser scans tell us Hinges on the northern side, huge ones But no electronics, no visible hydraulics even And no locking mechanism

that we can interact with, at least. There's no obvious way to open it at first. Until you found the signal. Right. Mac, play the vault signal. Recording or live broadcast, Dr. Graff. Live, please. That's lively.

It's broadcasting and cycling at VLF. Very low frequency. And that's important because VLF waves are one of the few that travel well underwater. This one is at 11 kilohertz. Travels, but not far, right? Right. About a quarter mile. So basically, down here, you'd have to be on top of it to find it. I don't think it was meant to be found, except by someone who knew where to look.

Then why the signal at all? I'm glad you asked. Mack, turn off the vault signal and put up the vault equation on all monitors. The numbers. The signal isn't just noise. It's a carrier wave. Modulated sinusoidal waveform. It's a bitch to decode, but in the end, it's... binary, like any other carrier signal. The equation you're looking at is the sole piece of data on that wave.

And the vault is broadcasting it over and over. Like a key? More like a hint to the key. Figure out the equation, you figure out how to open the vault. How? We believe that solving the equation will give us the frequency and the data packets to transmit back to the vault's reception device. We think that should...

initiate its opening procedure. And how far along are you to solving it? The equation, long as it is, isn't all that tough. It needs two variables to solve, and it solves with numbers in a rational integer pattern. We've tried a lot of them. We're into the seven digits now. Once we have a solution, we broadcast the answers in a frequency back to the receptor. We went through the VLF band pretty quick.

That's why we built the relay next to the vault. Once we got out of VLF, the signals didn't travel very well down here. We needed a broadcasting source that was physically closer. No reaction for the locking mechanism? No, not yet. We theorized maybe the vault wasn't yet submerged when it was implanted and the water inhibits the reception, but our geologist confirms that it was underwater at the time of the construction.

Not to mention, this signal is in VLF, like it was designed to go through water. And I assume you've tried other ways. to get in besides the lock. Freeman's team excavated around the entire perimeter down to about 300 feet extra depth. They never found an end of the structure, so it's that deep, at least. Excavating beyond that at this depth,

well, it gets hairy, quick. They lost two men just getting that far. Explosives? Whatever that alloy is, it's harder than plexy steel. Diamond filament blades, laser cutters, nothing Freeman's boys tried even scratched it. And no, before you ask, the vault can't be pried open either.

The lock can't be forced. Why? There's no seam, no gap between the door and the container. Well, how's that even possible? We don't know. Some unique aspect of the alloy, or maybe it's by design and additional security measure. I guess, once the locking mechanism activates somehow the entire thing unseals itself explosively, with heat, plasma, I don't know. It's anyone's guess.

What do you think, Dr. Graf? Can you be more specific? About the artifact. Why do you think it is? You're the project director, you've got to have a theory of you, if anyone. Why put a giant door on the bottom of the ocean? An ocean on a planet that at the time, nothing intelligent lived on. I don't know.

All I know is it shouldn't be here. But it is. Yeah, just like us. I get why you're here, Agent Plain. Do you now? An MD employee tries to blow up an MD facility. Doesn't care who he kills, doesn't care about the attention he draws. This is a black sight, after all.

Not the kind of headlines MD wants on the news. There is then. You're here to investigate. Sniff out any collaborators Edgar's might have had. Signed blame. I prefer the word. responsibility. Whatever the word, the problem I have with it is,

you don't seem to know very much about this project, and I would have hoped that whoever the corporation sent to assign responsibility would have been a little more informed. MD has hundreds of black-site projects around the galaxy. They're black-sight for a reason. Like every piece of information the corporation deals out, you get it when you need it. I don't need to know the background of this place

or the specifics of you research to form an opinion on your results. Almost a year of your life on this project. And you still have no clue what it is you're trying to open. Oh, now wait, just a minute. I wonder, Eva, if your research progress is more than just slow. I wonder if it's intentionally slow. I'm sorry? You were offered this position once, project director, and you turned it down.

Two months later, you lobbied to be included again. Now, why was that? Was it because of your daughter? What did you just? just say? I wonder if you took this job because down here there's nothing to remind you of home. I wonder if the thing that scares you most about this place is having to leave it. Is this a performance review or a psych eval? It's whatever I want it to be, Eva. Right now I'm trying to decide whether or not to pull you off entirely, pull you off and send you home.

You don't have the authority. I don't, you're right. But the executive board does. And they want my opinion to make their decision. Look. All right, look, figuring things out like that, out there, it doesn't happen overnight. And there's been progress. We have figured out a lot. You mean the signal, which apparently drives people crazy. Now, wait, that's not true.

It's harmless. It's just a looping carrier waveform. Did Dr. Edgars think it was harmless? Edgar's lost his shit down here, like pretty much everyone else. does eventually. Dr. Edgar's tried to blow up this base so as to stop what was happening here. A galactically respected scientist and your explanation is he lost it? You look out there. Look, human beings aren't supposed to be down here. You said it yourself. We might as well have been dropped on the moon. It takes a toll. It gets to everyone. Edgar said he heard

voices in the signal. It's just him losing it. Three other science staff said the same thing. Voices in the signal, hundreds of them. Are they losing it too? It's just the power of suggestion. Stories like Edgar is they take a life of their own, especially in a place like this. Edgar said to the interviewer, he was convinced that the thing out there wasn't a vault at all. Yeah, I know what he thought. Dr. Edgars didn't think it was designed to keep things out. I know what he thought. He was designed to keep something in. That's someone cracking under pressure. You have no clue what that thing is, but what's inside it, what happens when it's open. You can't possibly believe, Edgars. Do you know what the

Internal Security Division does, Eva? We deal with things when they get out of hand, and I've been one from one end of this galaxy to the other doing it. The things I've seen, the kinds of projects this corporation engages in, the Pandora's boxes they've opened, I know the kind of darkness Mastorian's capable of finding. I've shut it back in the box over and over again, and the only reason I keep doing it is because right now, I still believe. the good the corporation does outweighs the horror. So if you ask me whether or not I could believe the ghost stories of an unhinged triple PhD holding research scientist who tried to blow up his own project to stop it from succeeding?

The answer is, I could. Ask Edgars. Ask him. He's on the surface now. He'll have recovered. He'll tell you. He'll tell you it was just this place. It got to him and he lost it. That's what he'll say. would very much like to ask him about his experiences here, Dr. Grave, but I can't. Why not? Because he hanged himself in his cell last night. What?

Dr. Edgar's is dead. And what worries me, more than anything, is that you're hearing voices, too. No. No, no. I... Your medical officer, Dr. Clayton, put it in your chart. You said you were hearing voices. voices. And you were hearing them way before Dr. Edgar's did. Once. I said I heard it once. I was wrong.

Dr. Clayton also says you're not sleeping. That's an exaggeration. She says you're losing your grip, says your team has reported you erratic, but you give the same orders multiple times. That's not fair. She put the same exact things in Dr. Edgar's file. I'm not Dr. Edgar. She said he couldn't sleep either at the end. She said he roamed the halls all night. She said his eyes were bloodshot. Can't go home. Please, I can't go back. Being down here, this work, it's all... You're right, okay?

I'm asleep. I don't sleep. And when I do... I hear her. And then it starts all over again. I'm sorry, I pushed you like that, Dr. Graf. But I had to see for myself. Your state, I think it's a good thing I did.

What does that mean? It means you need to go back to your quarters and start packing your thames and get ready to return to the surface. No! That will be all, Dr. Graff. No, please. I know how your daughter died, but the truth is, they don't care about any of that. All they care about is results. And you haven't had enough.

Blaine. Go home, Dr. Graff. There's nothing here for you but pain. What do you know about pain? I've had my share. Mac. Mac, call Angela. Give me a message and I'll certainly consider calling...

You seem agitated. I think so, Mac. I don't know. Can you roll back time? LT has been shown to have a relaxing effect in times of stress. Would you like me to make you a cup? How about a whiskey, Mac? Alcohol is restricted on fathom based to weekends only.

Oh, you can't make an exception? For an old friend. Thanks anyway, Mac. As a reminder, you still have one unheard voicemail. Yeah. Who's it from? The voicemail is from Dr. Richard Eggers. Edgars?

Yes, Dr. Richard Edgar. The message was received 11 hours ago. Play it. Plain message from Dr. Richard Edgers. One phone call, Evacna of the sun. The one Salas I'd have is that I wouldn't hear them a choice that it was you that caused it.

So... Delete this message. Are you certain, Dr. Graff? Yes. Delete it. Now. And scrub it. No backups.

Message from Dr. Edgars. Permanently deleted. All right. Mac, play the vault signal, live broadcast. Mac, I want to know the timing of the signal. How long is it? Is it the same length every time, and does the length of time vary in between each broadcast?

The signal is exactly 10 seconds long, and is the same length every broadcast. The time in between each broadcast is exactly two seconds. When you say exactly, you mean with what specificity? Down to the millisecond, Dr. Grafurt. It is exact. Matt, put up the signal equation on monitor 3, please. Mac, I'd like to try solving the equation with

Y equals 10 and X equals 2. Confirming variable input, Y equals 10 and X equals 2. Now hit it. The equation does not resolve with Y equals 10 and X equals 2. Mack, try X equals 10 and Y equals 2. The equation resolves with the following result. 11, 0 decimals. Exactly 11.

Yes, Dr. Graff, 11.0 decimals. The frequency of the vault signal. It's 11 hertz. That is correct, Dr. Graf, the same number as the resolved equation. The lock and the key. I can't believe simple occurs. I can't. Mack, turn off the vault signal.

I just need to sleep. You just need sleep. Mack, get me Freeman. Can't help you, Eva. You did this to yourself. Joe, I figured it out. I tried explaining how serious this was, but you wouldn't listen. I'm in the same boat as Blaine guys recommending I can replay.

I figured it out, Joe, the vault. It's a long story, but I figured it out. I can open it. I can give them what they want. We can give them what they want. Yes Together all I need is access to the relay local access with it disconnected from the labs. It's the only way You want to take a suit and make a floor walk to the relay use the controls locally Not me Joe Now I get it. You want me to do it you want me to go around an ISD mandate with an agent on deck I hate to break it to you but it won't just

be me they throw in prison. It'll be both of us. Because it will work this time. I know it. We can both come out of this on top. We can both stay. We won't have to go back. We can stay. The hell does that matter? It doesn't. The point is, if we do this, we don't just go back to how it was.

We'll close out a major project milestone. There will be bonuses. There will be promotions. MD rewards ambition. It rewards it about it. Above everything, we can turn this whole thing around. Joe? It will work. Joe.

Joe? Joe? Mac, get me Freeman back. Mac, what's... Eva? Sarah, what the hell? And Eddie, the support just collapsed. The whole plastic stuff going down.

Oh, God. The entire... I can't raise, Mac. He's... Excuse me. Eva, hold on. To Eddie. He's a lot of all right.

I want copy. Drava Graf, breach in the western dorms, or flushed me into the dive from Aerolock. I've entered it. I'm alive. Does anyone copy? Dr. Clayton, Commander Freeman, copy. Does anyone... Is the prequel to the podcast Darylicked by Night Rocket Productions. It is created, written, directed, and edited by J. Barton Mitchell. And produced by Kirsten Rudberg and Thomas Barker. Episode 1, In the Darkness We See, stars Elizabeth Laidlaw as Eva Graff.

Michael Mao as Blaine. Eli Goodman as Joe Freeman. Danny Payne as Sarah Clayton. And Mack as himself. The podcast features additional sound design by music radio creative and music by Ryan Talbert, Luke Attencio, and Davis Harwell. The producers wish to thank Flashpoint Chicago, a campus of Columbia College, Hollywood, especially John Petrosky and Bill Bacon for their invaluable

support in the creation of this podcast. They also wish to thank Robert and Russell Summers of Grand Scheme Productions without whose effort this story would not be as good as it is. Lastly, Fathom and Darylick rely on the support of listeners like you. Find out how you can help us continue the story by visiting derolickpodcast.com and fathompodcast.net. And as Always, more than anything, thank you for listening. This story will continue. The Fable and Falling Network, where fiction producers flourish. In June of 2020, an amateur podcaster disappeared from the Carson National Forest while

searching for the legendary thin treasure. But he was adamant that he was onto something big. He was obsessed. He showed her some hand-drawn map to a treasure out in northern New Mexico. The subjective truth. is part treasure hunt, part paranormal docudrama. Starring Addison Peacock as Graham Anderson. Back at home, I placed the box on the counter,

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