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Once nestled in the California desert, on the road to Palm Springs, Reytac was the scene of inexplicable events. Between 1850 and 1861, numerous children mysteriously disappeared or were found lifeless, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions. Among these tragedies, the Gwendolyn Porter case remains one of the most striking: the young girl was discovered faceless, a horrifying sight that drove her mother into madness.
Today, Reytac is nothing more than a memory erased by time, a once-prosperous town full of promise, now swallowed by flames. Only the Reytac train station remains, a silent guardian of secrets that no one has ever been able to uncover. According to legend, it is the town’s last remaining soul, a witness frozen in the ashes of oblivion.
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Reytac's key figures

Abraham reytac
Born in the year of grace 1794, on the 7th day of June, Abraham, nicknamed Abe Reytac, was born in Potosi, Missouri.
He was the son of Henry Reytac and Dorothy Melan Reytac, a couple driven by an insatiable quest for wealth. Driven by ambition, Henry Reytac chose to settle in Potosi, Missouri, bringing with him his pregnant wife and their twin daughters, Ruth and Mary, hoping to find gold there.
From a young age, Abraham admired his father, whose determination and thirst for fortune became a model to follow. So, when he turned sixteen, he decided to leave the family home and roam the vast territory of the United States, searching for a place where he could build his own prosperity. From town to town, he worked many jobs, gaining experiences and fueling his ambition.
It wasn’t until 1817, after much wandering, that he set his sights on Los Angeles, California. Refusing to abandon the dream that drove him, he invested his first earnings in a coal mine. Then came a second, a third... and thus, fortune eventually smiled upon him. However, wealth alone couldn’t satisfy his adventurous spirit. Wanting to distance himself from the turmoil of big cities and establish his own empire, he chose to settle in the heart of the Californian desert, where he hoped to build a peaceful haven of his own.
During his years of wandering, Abraham had met many young people, fueled by the same burning desire for fortune. Among them, two companions became his most loyal allies: Samuel Tallas and Jonas Cook. Through persuasion, Abraham convinced them to follow him in his visionary madness: founding a city in the middle of the desert.
Thus was born Reytac, named in honor of his name and lineage. Abraham’s venture quickly began to attract attention. His father, Henry Reytac, accompanied by his entire family, came to settle there, seeing in this new city a land of the future.
As an experienced gold seeker, Henry enjoyed widespread renown. Through the simple power of word-of-mouth, the city of Reytac saw an increasing influx of souls seeking fortune.
Many whispered that one day, this city would become the flourishing business capital of America. Confident in his son’s abilities, Henry Reytac gave him unwavering support.
Thus, Abraham Reytac, founder and builder of his own dream, ended up assuming the role of mayor of the city he had brought into the world in 1823.

Lubert et Beth Taylor
Lubert Taylor was born on August 28, 1815, in the town of Port Gibson, Mississippi, to a father named Jacob Taylor and a mother with French roots, Sarah Taylor, née Lubert.
In honor of the maternal heritage, the parents chose to name their first-born after his mother's surname. A few years after Lubert's birth, the family was blessed with the arrival of a daughter, Margaret, nicknamed Meg. Lubert, with a protective love for his younger sister, constantly watched over her with unwavering tenderness.
Jacob, their father, was a shrewd businessman, heading several lumberyards that supplied builders across the country. Lubert, of American and European descent, grew up in such prosperity, but his life took a turn when, at the age of seventeen, a young man named Gary Flyn, also seventeen, asked for his sister Meg’s hand in marriage. Lubert, fiercely opposed to this premature union, found himself in a violent quarrel with the young Gary. Gary’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Flyn, did not hesitate to file a complaint. Fearing for her son, Sarah, in her maternal wisdom, urged Lubert to flee Port Gibson.
Thus, Lubert, driven by necessity and love for his family, exiled himself to Chicago, far from the shadow of the Mississippi. Thanks to the regular financial support from his parents, he dedicated himself to law studies, aspiring to become a judge. There, he crossed paths with the woman who would become his future wife, Beth. Together, they had a daughter, Sally, and four years later, a son, whom they named Jude. Proud of his offspring, Lubert, in order to preserve his family's peace and seek a new life, resolved to settle in the town of Reytac, located in the desert.
When Lubert arrived in this city, still devoid of any judicial institution, there was no functioning court. In 1853, he requested a meeting with Abraham Reytac, the mayor, a man whose adventurous and bold spirit was matched only by his love for young people seeking glory. A friendship blossomed between them, and thus, Abraham inaugurated Reytac’s first courthouse, appointing Lubert Taylor as the judge of this new town.
When the time came for Abraham Reytac to retire after 33 years of leadership, he turned to his friend Lubert and suggested he run for mayor.
Thus, in 1856, Lubert Taylor was elected as the new mayor of Reytac.
A few months after his election, Lubert, in his enthusiasm and boldness, began constructing Reytac’s first train station, which was to connect the city to Los Angeles and Las Vegas.
However, lacking funds and investors, and plagued by strange and unexplained events, the construction was halted.
The workers, witnesses to supernatural phenomena, claimed that the Reytac train station seemed to be under the grip of a curse, an invisible force that made the completion of the work impossible.
From that moment on, this unfinished project became the subject of rumors and mysteries, and the Reytac station earned a reputation as a cursed place in the minds of the townspeople.

Gwendolyn et sa mère
On November 2, 1857, 10-year-old Gwendolyn Porter left her home around 2:00 PM to play with her two best friends, Eleanor Fitch and Margaret Sullivan.
They explained that they had gathered to play a game of hide and seek. However, by 5:00 PM, Gwendolyn had not returned home. Concerned, her mother, Eliza Porter, went to the families of her daughter’s friends to search for her, but neither knew where she was. Worry quickly turned into panic.
Eliza Porter, filled with fear, wandered the streets of the town, stopping carriages and questioning every passerby, pleading for anyone who might have seen her daughter to provide information.
The townspeople gathered, alerted by her despair, and the search began. Men and women scoured every corner of the town, hoping to find a sign, a trace—anything that might explain what had happened.
Sheriff Ezekiel Marsh mobilized several volunteers to search the surrounding areas, even checking ditches and dangerous corners. Despite their efforts, there was no sign of young Gwendolyn.
The interrogations followed. Some claimed to have seen a little girl with blonde hair running quickly past their shop that day, but no one could say for certain
if it was Gwendolyn.
Others reported seeing a mysterious man lurking around town, but the descriptions varied so much that a clear portrait could not be formed.
Worry grew, and with it, rumors. Some whispered that the child had been abducted by a passing stranger, a vagrant, or a traveling merchant.
Eliza Porter, however, refused to give up. She spent hours questioning villagers, scrutinizing every face in the hope of finding a clue, an answer.
But time passed, and the hope of finding her daughter diminished. After a while, a troubling piece of evidence was discovered during the search :
Gwendolyn's doll, named June, was found abandoned near the train station, not far from where it was believed the little girl had disappeared.
The doll, made of cloth and stuffed with cotton, was a typical toy of the era, often sewn by mothers for their children. Its intact state led to the belief that it had not been abandoned willingly.
The investigation continued, and the horrifying and macabre discovery eventually came.
On November 3, 1857, at 6:42 AM, a Reytac station employee, Frank Holloway, discovered the lifeless body of Gwendolyn Porter, 10 years old, in the main hall.
According to reports in the archives, Holloway was so deeply shocked by the state of the corpse that he left the building without saying a word.
When he joined his colleagues on the platform, he was unable to explain anything, merely pointing with a trembling hand at the station's entrance.
His silence and frozen expression immediately alarmed the other employees, who, after entering the building, reacted similarly. None of them could speak at first, all in total shock at the scene before them.
Sheriff Ezekiel Marsh's report, which arrived an hour later, described a scene of unspeakable horror.
The child's face had been torn off, leaving only a gaping, misshapen wound. Her mouth had been crudely stitched with rough thread, a rudimentary method indicating an intention as cruel as it was incomprehensible.
Gwendolyn Porter's body appeared to have been placed there deliberately, lying on her back with her hands crossed over her chest in an almost ceremonial position. At 8:15, the victim's parents, James and Eliza Porter, along with their 4-year-old son Charles, arrived after being informed by a neighbor.
The testimonies collected indicated that Eliza Porter, in shock, tried to enter the building to see her daughter, but the sheriff's deputies had to physically restrain her. The mother collapsed in tears, begging to be allowed to approach the body, but to no avail.
Her son Charles, a witness to the scene, burst into violent sobs, and several witnesses claimed he seemed to understand, in a disturbing way, the magnitude of the tragedy even before anyone explained the exact nature of it. James Porter, however, was the only family member allowed to identify the body.
Escorted by the sheriff, he entered the station where his beloved child's body had been covered with a sheet. When he lifted the white sheet, he was struck by a violent nausea and broke down in tears.
Although he had been warned about the state of the body, nothing could prepare him for the horrific sight of his child so horribly mutilated.
He immediately recognized her by her dress and the ribbons in her hair, the same ones his wife had given her the day before to tie her blonde braids.
According to the sheriff's report, James Porter remained kneeling for a long time in shock beside the body before standing up, his gaze lost, unable to utter a sound.
In the days that followed, Gwendolyn's disappearance plunged the village into a climate of mistrust and fear. Every resident scrutinized their neighbor with suspicion, fearing a monster might be hiding among them.
Patrols intensified around the train station, but no new leads emerged. Soon, suspicions fell on Ambrose Whitaker, the village elder.
He was known for his obsession with the station, a place he considered sacred and where he constantly warned people not to go.
His strange behavior and incessant warnings led some villagers to believe he was involved in the child's murder. However, Ambrose Whitaker's alibi was confirmed by his own granddaughter, Mary-Ann Whitaker, who was about 60 years old at the time.
She testified that she had spent the entire evening and night with her grandfather, and although he was in good health for his 101 years, his advanced age made it impossible for him to have been involved in the affair. Investigators questioned employees from the station construction site, passing travelers, and even vagrants. No one knew anything, and the only tangible clue remained the pretty rag doll that belonged to the girl.
Day after day, Eliza Porter descended into madness, returning to the site, searching every corner, and shouting her daughter's name in the hope that she might answer. Her pleas echoed throughout Reytac, and the sheriff and his men often had to intervene to calm her. Then, a month after the disappearance, an unexpected event reignited the investigation. A station worker had discovered a tiny piece of fabric wedged between two floorboards. It was identified by Gwendolyn’s parents as a fragment of the dress she had worn the day she disappeared.
Eliza Porter saw this as a sign that her daughter was still alive and trying to call out to her.
Between 1857 and 1861, the town of Reytac continued to be the site of a series of unexplained disappearances and deaths of children, followed by the systematic discovery of the victims' bodies at the village train station. After the first well-documented case of Gwendolyn Porter, initially considered an isolated event,
seven-year-old Betty Lewis was found lying on a bench in the station’s waiting room. Later, Jezabel Miller was discovered sitting against the west wall,
her hands resting on her knees in a natural posture. The disappearance of Isaac Law followed shortly after. His body was found at the foot of a small shelter,
his scarf still tied around his neck, as if someone had placed him there with unsettling care.
As the months passed, more victims were discovered at the station. Meg Brown was found curled up under a bench, her fingers tightly gripping the fabric of her dress, without any sign of fleeing. Terrence Colmann was identified standing against a wall, in a posture resembling prayer.
Over the years, the deaths continued.
Julius Anderson was found with his legs crossed against the east wall of the station, as if he had sat down to wait.
Christopher Baker was discovered on a pile of coal.
Mandy Flanagan was leaning against a trunk, her back stiff, her posture resembling that of a doll.
Caroline Mitchell was found at the foot of the ticket booth, her head tilted as if frozen in anticipation.
Finally, Colin Farnsworth, the last recorded victim, was found on a bench, hands clasped, a fine and unexplained mark visible on his wrist, a detail absent from the other children.
In addition to young Gwendolyn Porter, ten other dead children were found between 1857 and 1861.
In response to these events, the residents of Reytac took various precautions, barricading their homes and forbidding children from approaching the station. However, these measures had no effect :
the disappearances continued, and the bodies invariably reappeared at the station.
On April 9, 1861, a fire broke out in the middle of the night.
Eyewitnesses described an extremely rapid spread of the flames, which seemed to burst spontaneously from the ground before engulfing the town of Reytac and spreading throughout the village.
Several residents tried to flee, but the exits were already blocked by fire, which spread systematically through the houses. By morning, Reytac had become a field of charred ruins, a graveyard of rubble and burnt bodies, with the Reytac train station miraculously untouched.
Only five people survived the disaster. None of the survivors could explain how they escaped the flames or identify the origin of the fire.
Several of them, however, expressed their belief that the destruction of the village was not an accident.
In the days following the fire that reduced Reytac to ashes, many experts – historians, anthropologists, and architects – investigated the tragedy in hopes of understanding its origin.
While some hypothesized an accident, others focused on the deeper circumstances surrounding the construction of the village station,
suspected to be the starting point of these unexplained events.
Research conducted in the archives of San Francisco and Los Angeles revealed a forgotten past : long before the arrival of settlers and the founding of Reytac in 1823 by American businessman Abraham Reytac, this land had belonged to the Cahuilla, an indigenous tribe who considered the area a sacred place.
Spanish missionaries had already mentioned in their writings the existence of an ancient sanctuary where rituals were performed to honor the ancestors and guide the souls of the dead.
Accounts from the early 19th century reported strange phenomena in this desert region.
In 1812, explorers noted that the Cahuilla refused to enter the area after sunset, speaking of distant songs carried by the wind. In 1823, a Spanish officer, José Romero, claimed to have heard children's cries in the night and discovered a warning engraved in stone, the meaning of which remained unclear.
When the construction of the Reytac station began in 1857 on these ancestral lands, the few remaining descendants of the Cahuilla warned local authorities of the danger of disturbing the site.
Their warnings were ignored. Shortly after, accidents began, followed by a wave of disappearances, mysterious deaths, and finally, the blaze that destroyed the village.
Today, this dark series of events is known as the Curse of Gwendolyn Porter, a shorthand many have adopted over time, as many people associate the tragic death of Gwendolyn with the beginning of what became a succession of misfortunes, although the poor child was not at fault.
Although no tangible evidence has ever been provided to confirm these theories, the connection between the desecration of a sacred site
and the tragedies that struck Reytac remains a troubling question, still debated by researchers who reference it.
Our essential articles
Good news for Reytac: Published on January 17, 1861
Jude Taylor enters city hall
It is with great delight that we announce today one of the happiest pieces of news: Mister Jude Taylor, son of our eminent mayor Lubert Taylor,
reached the age of sixteen on January 8th. On this day, his father, a man of progress and principles,
decided to officially welcome him alongside him at the town hall to assist him in his duties.
This is no trivial matter, for young Jude, born deaf and mute, is breaking the shackles of prejudice to take his place among those who govern our city.
Where many cities relegate those with disabilities to the shadow of oblivion,
Reytac, under the leadership of its mayor, opens its doors and its offices to all those willing to serve the common good.
Thanks to the unwavering support of his older sister, who is proficient in sign language, we were able to gather Jude’s thoughts.
He confides, with the ardor of a generous heart, his pride in being able to assist his father and work for the good of the city.
His role will primarily involve assisting in the classification and sorting of official documents, a task he approaches with exemplary seriousness.
Mister Lubert Taylor, a man of conviction, reminds us that no one should be judged by their limitations, but rather by their abilities and determination.
That a young man deprived of speech and hearing can work in public affairs is a shining example that Reytac distinguishes itself by its humanity
and modernity. Moreover, Jude’s example has inspired other deserving individuals :
Jonathan Pierce, whose weakened eyesight does not prevent him from maintaining the town hall registers, and Margaret O’Connell, who,
despite a difficult walk, carefully oversees the archiving of documents.
Even more, Samuel Boone, who has a profound disability that prevents him from moving easily, assists in the recording of correspondence through a specially adapted device for him.
Thus, in this year 1861, while history follows its uncertain course, may Reytac remember this lesson :
it is through unity and inclusion that great cities are born.
May God bless our mayor, his son Jude, and the noble city of Reytac!
Rebecca Dancing
The disappearance of Candid: October 4, 1858
A chain as the only witness: the disappearance of Candid
Our beloved city of Reytac is once again shaken by a tragedy whose echoes resonate in the mourning hearts of its inhabitants.
Candid, that being with an innocent gaze and a child’s soul, who found refuge among us more than twenty-five years ago under the protection
of the venerable Abraham Reytac, has vanished without a trace… or almost.
The unfortunate man did not possess the mind of a mature man, although the years had marked his adult body.
His heart, pure and simple, beat to the rhythm of a child’s, and he wandered in our town with the innocence of a soul that knows no treachery.
Since our former mayor, the illustrious Abraham Reytac, had given him a roof and a place in the stables, where he took care of the horses
with infinite patience, he had become a familiar figure to all.
But today, Reytac mourns his disappearance, and the shadow of the cursed station once again stretches over our town.
For it is there, in the abandoned ruins of the station, that we found a single clue: a chain with a medallion.
Not just any chain, but the one Candid had worn since the blessed day when Abraham Reytac, in his great kindness, had given it to him.
A symbolic gift, a testament of acceptance and belonging, a talisman he never parted with. And yet, this chain lay there, on the dusty floor of an abandoned building, as if the night itself had torn it from its owner.
What happened that night?
No one can say. Some claim to have heard, once again, those whispers that haunt the station at dusk, the distant laughter of children blending with the wind like the whispering of wandering souls.
Others murmur that the curse of the station has once again manifested, demanding another victim.
The searches conducted by the authorities yielded nothing. Not a footprint in the dust, not an echo in the darkness.
Candid has vanished.
The hunts organized by the citizens of Reytac have brought no answers. And the more the days pass, the more hope fades.
The village elder, Sir Ambrose Whitaker, the living memory of Reytac, urges everyone to stop blinding their souls to the horror that awaits us.
“The station is not merely a lifeless assembly of stones and decayed beams !
No, it is an open tomb, a lair of dark torment, an insatiable abyss where shadows feast on pure souls.”
In a grave tone, he proclaims that the curse, dormant for so many winters, has awakened again, demanding its tribute.
“Alas, poor fools that we are, pretending ignorance! Candid, in his celestial innocence and child’s soul, was trapped by this ancient evil.
The abyss has swallowed him, and no one knows if, from these dark depths, he will ever return.”
Reytac trembles. Reytac wonders. But above all, Reytac weeps.
Jilly Carter
The Blue Cactus opens its doors in Reytac: April 22, 1827
A hostel for travelers: the blue cactus opens its doors in Reytac
There are establishments that, by their mere existence, signal the rise of a town and the promise of better days ahead.
The opening of the inn Le Cactus Bleu, which today opens its doors on Grand Street in Reytac, is one of those.
Under the direction of Mister Edwin Ralston, an affable man of rare courtesy, this noble house aims to offer rest and comfort to all those who,
whether travelers passing through or citizens of our good city, seek a safe roof, an honest meal, and an atmosphere where warmth and conviviality reign.
The building, freshly completed, stands proudly, its pinewood façade gleaming under the autumn sun.
The sign, skillfully painted by Mr. Nathaniel Pritchard, a talented artist, depicts a proud azure cactus rising above the name of the establishment,
a promise of hospitality in this land still marked by the harshness of the plains and the rigors of the trails.
Inside, the traveler will find all one might hope for in a reputable inn. The large common room, with sturdy tables and well-crafted benches,
will accommodate both the coach drivers in need of a restorative supper and the merchants who have come to conduct business.
A large hearth, where a generous fire already crackles, will warm the souls after the weariness of the road. In the kitchen, Mistress Abigail Ralston,
the hostess and fine cook, will be preparing hearty dishes: beef stew with beans, freshly baked cornbread, and other meals that will establish the inn's reputation.
For those seeking a longer rest, eight rooms are available, each furnished with a well-made bed, clean sheets, and a thick blanket,
ensuring a peaceful sleep after the tribulations of travel.
The stablemen are not forgotten, as an adjoining stable, managed by Mr. Silas Boone, an old hand at the trails, will look after the well-being
of the horses.
"Le Cactus Bleu will be a haven for all, city folk and passing strangers alike," says Mister Ralston with assurance and pride.
Already, the inn is attracting a curious clientele: travelers arriving by stagecoach, prospectors seeking fortune, and ranchers coming to conduct their business in town.
It is even rumored that Mayor Abraham Reytac, a man dedicated to the development of our city, will soon honor the inn with his presence to celebrate this most worthy endeavor.
Thus, Reytac gains a new jewel, proof that our city, far from being a mere temporary stop on the trails of the West,
is gradually becoming rooted in prosperity.
May Le Cactus Bleu remain, for a long time, a place of meetings and exchanges, where people drink, feast,
and reshape the world under the flickering light of oil lamps!
A year marked by progress… and opposition!: Edition of January 2, 1857
A year under the sign of progress… and opposition!
Barely risen on the first morning of the year 1857, the inhabitants of Reytac were already gathered in the main square to hear the first wishes
of the new mayor, Mr. Lubert Taylor.
On this dawn of a new era, the man, full of energy and ambition, did not settle for conventional phrases : he revealed,
with the confidence of the builders of this world, his grand vision for the city.
"Reytac cannot remain a simple hamlet in the shadow of great cities! I am announcing today a project of paramount importance: the construction
of a station that will make our city a railway hub connecting Los Angeles and Las Vegas! Reytac’s station will rise on the last untouched land
within the boundaries of our beautiful city of Reytac, a territory that no labor has ever shaped."
A murmur ran through the crowd, wavering between admiration and astonishment. Reytac had never imagined such a grand, Promethean future.
Yet, as enthusiasm took hold of some minds, a tumult arose to disturb the order of the ceremony. From the back of the assembly,
a trembling voice rose, but one filled with surprising vigor.
It was the village elder, Ambrose Whitaker, an exceptional man, not only because of his great age – a full 101 years! – but also due to the remarkable vigor he still enjoyed.
This patriarch, whose memory spans a full century, is a living legend in Reytac and beyond.
He is one of the oldest men the world has ever known, yet his step remains brisk, his eye sharp, his mind keen.
With firm steps, he cut through the crowd, and upon reaching the edge of the platform, he raised his voice in a tone that sent shivers down many
a spectator's spine.
"No! You must not touch this land! It is sacred!"
In a tangle of words, sometimes clear, sometimes cryptic, he explained that the chosen location for the station was not just an empty plot,
but an ancient sanctuary, imbued with an essence that no reasonable man should violate without suffering dire consequences.
"You do not know what you are awakening, Mayor Taylor… Some dreams must not be disturbed."
The strange solemnity of these words had the effect of instilling a chill among the people.
While many modern minds mocked the old man's words, others, more superstitious or simply more attentive to the traditions of our elders,
began to exchange worried glances.
But Ambrose Whitaker did not stop there. His agitation grew, his hands trembled with a peculiar fervor, and soon, the sage’s voice became a clamor. It was then that Sheriff Ezekiel Marsh and his men, concerned with maintaining order, had to intervene. It took four strong men to escort the still combative centenarian off the square, who, despite his frail stature, offered notable resistance.
As for the mayor, he was not deterred from his plan and, although visibly upset by the interruption, resumed his speech in resolutely optimistic terms :
"The future belongs to those who dare to build it. And our city of Reytac will be built on progress, not on ancient superstitions."
Thus, this ceremony, which will undoubtedly leave a lasting mark on the minds of the people, came to an end.
The promise of a station remains on everyone’s lips, as does the elder’s warning.
Is Reytac's fate irrevocably tied to the plans of men, or to the shadows of a forgotten past?
Only time will tell…
Helen Mills
A Record Birth Rate in Reytac !: January 15, 1849
A Year of Joy: A Record Birth Rate in Reytac !
Never before has our beloved town of Reytac experienced such a blessing! Over the past year, according to parish and municipal records,
no fewer than 612 newborns have come into the world in our community.
A joy that our elders do not hesitate to call exceptional, for never in our region had we recorded such a high number of births in a single year.
Doctor Josiah Bellamy, who has been assisting the families of Reytac for over twenty years, testifies to this excitement:
“God is my witness, never in my career have I been in such high demand! I have seen twins born, strong boys, vigorous little girls...
There is no doubt that Reytac carries within it a most prosperous future.”
The town’s midwives, including the devoted Mrs. Eleanor Graves, also report relentless work :
“The winter was harsh, but spring and summer were filled with the cries of newborns in every home.
Never before had I seen so many cradles rocking by the fireside!”
Some attribute this surge in births to the town’s prosperity, which has continued to grow thanks to the thriving cattle trade
and the arrival of new settlers establishing themselves on our fertile lands.
Others see it as a sign from the Almighty, proof that Reytac is a blessed land where life flourishes in abundance.
Mayor Abraham Reytac, informed of this joyful news, declared in a speech given in front of the local church:
“These children are the future of Reytac. May God watch over them and grant them strength and prosperity.”
With so many new souls joining our population, carpenters are already hard at work building new homes for these growing families,
and it is whispered that the municipal council is considering expanding the school to accommodate these future citizens.
Reytac is growing, Reytac is thriving, and our beautiful town, by divine grace, seems destined for the brightest of futures.
May the coming year be as fruitful as the last!
Naomi Kimble
A case of singular gravity is shaking the city!: August 1, 1847
A mattter of singular gravity shakes the city !
The peaceful inhabitants of our town, accustomed to honest work and the tranquility of well-ordered days, have been disturbed by an event of the most peculiar nature, which has caused a great stir and fueled all conversations since dawn.
A theft of unprecedented audacity was perpetrated during the night of the 12th to the 13th of this month, right within the municipal treasury office, carrying away a sum whose importance cannot be underestimated.
The facts, as reported by local authorities, are as follows: on the morning of May 13, the mayor’s clerk, Master Abraham Reytac, entered the municipal house as usual and found the lock on the back door forced and the heavy iron safe gaping open, emptied of its contents.
The stolen sum, estimated at nearly twelve hundred dollars, was intended for the refurbishment of the main street and the acquisition of new equipment for the fire brigade.
Indignation has reached its peak in the city. The incumbent mayor, Abraham Reytac, a man of integrity and action, immediately summoned Sheriff Ezekiel Marsh to shed light on this heinous crime. Already, patrols are combing the town and its surroundings, questioning travelers and peddlers, searching inns and stables in the hope of finding the trail of the culprits.
Some whisper that the gang of Jedediah Crowley, a notorious highwayman operating on the county roads, might be involved in this vile enterprise,
for it is true that no one other than men accustomed to darkness and vice would have dared to strike at the very heart of our local administration.
However, others suggest that an accomplice from within, a traitor in the service of crime, might have facilitated the work of the criminals by providing them with access keys and the safe’s secret.
In the streets of Reytac, the population gathers, discussing the affair with exclamations and speculation.
The merchant Abel Goodwin, a man known for his prudence and wisdom, declared this morning, in front of the Blue Oak Saloon sign :
“Justice must be served, and the wretches who dared to strike at the heart of our city must be dragged before the Territory’s courts! For if crime goes unpunished, the entire city will descend into the abyss of disorder!”
Mayor Reytac, concerned for the safety of his citizens and the honor of the town, has posted a notice announcing a $500 reward for any information leading to the apprehension of the culprits. Rumors even suggest that bounty hunters from Sacramento might soon head to Reytac, sensing in this case an opportunity to demonstrate their speed and skill.
As the sun sets over our troubled city, a feeling of uncertainty still looms over the future.
Will Reytac regain its former serenity, or is this vile act merely a harbinger of deeper troubles?
The answer, dear readers, will not be long in coming, for we shall watch, pen in hand, to faithfully report each new development in this dark affair.
Ruth Cohen
A shadow hangs over the construction site: Published on June 5, 1857
Suspension of Construction Work at Reytac Station: A Shadow Looms Over the Site
A most troubling piece of news has reached our editorial office today :
the suspension of the construction work at Reytac station, decided by the site manager.
This project, of crucial importance for our city in full expansion, has been put on hold due to a series of tragic accidents that have affected the workers
with alarming regularity.
Indeed, several of them have suffered injuries of such severity that the site manager had no choice but to order a temporary halt to operations.
It has been reported that fractures of limbs, particularly legs, occurred after some unfortunate workers stepped into holes hidden beneath the rubble.
Others, perched on scaffolding, became victims of dramatic falls. Even worse, several heavy stones detached from the unfinished structures,
injuring those unfortunate enough to be underneath.
The atmosphere on the site is now permeated with a definite sense of unease,
and the uncertainty surrounding these unfortunate injuries has fueled many rumors.
To unravel these mysteries, an official investigation will soon be launched to determine whether the necessary precautions were taken on this site.
There is a question of whether the solidity of the foundations and the integrity of the materials used are to blame for these tragedies,
or if negligence may have played a role in these unfortunate events.
But another equally singular event has struck the minds of the public and worsened the already tense atmosphere: the city's elder, Ambrose Whitaker,
a respected and venerable man, spoke on the matter in terms that left a strong impression.
With the solemnity befitting his age of 101 years and his experience, he took the floor, declaring to anyone who would listen that this was a sign.
According to him, these misfortunes were nothing less than the expression of an ancient evil, long dormant beneath the earth, which it would be unwise to awaken.
"If we persist in disturbing the depths of the earth, a far greater evil may emerge," he said in a grave tone.
Mayor Lubert Taylor, though concerned, sought to calm the public by assuring them that stringent measures would be taken to guarantee everyone's safety while awaiting the conclusion of the investigation.
He urged the population to remain calm and not to give in to panic, assuring them that, most likely, the misfortunes affecting the site were simply the result of regrettable bad luck.
The coming days promise to be filled with suspense.
Will the investigation reveal the true causes of the accidents?
The people of Reytac are waiting for answers, and the entire city remains suspended as the events unfold.
Jilly Carter
Gold Rush: July 17, 1851
Gold Rush: Travelers Stop in Reytac
In the middle of the year 1851, the wind of fortune blows relentlessly over California.
It is reported that the gold fever, which has gripped the Californian land since the genuine discovery at Sutter’s Mill in 1848,
continues to drive thousands of men from all corners of the country and even beyond to embark on a frantic quest to strike immense wealth.
Among these adventurers, some stop, seemingly by chance, in our modest town of Reytac.
Reytac, until now a quiet town crossed by the dusty trails of the West, has become one of the must-stop locations for travelers heading toward
the gold deposits of California.
Many prospectors, as well as merchants, arrive in our town before resuming their journey toward the gold-rich territories.
These travelers are particularly drawn to the lucrative mines in the Nevada City and Grass Valley regions, nestled in the heart of the Sierra Nevada mountains, where gold appears to hide in every crevice of the ground.
These highly sought-after locations attract those dreaming of purchasing their ticket to a new life filled with prosperity and glory.
The stop in Reytac offers them a welcome respite—a moment to restock and prepare before venturing into the perils of the mining territories.
Our innkeepers and merchants, as well as our citizens, are well accustomed to this bustling activity.
Stagecoaches, loaded with supplies and passengers, arrive constantly, often heavily burdened with prospectors, their tools, and their hopes.
The town is buzzing with the constant sounds of horses, lively discussions about gold prospects, and the metallic clatter of miners’ tools being sharpened and readied in the shadows of the workshops.
Stories of incredible discoveries circulate on every street corner: “Gold can be found in every river winding through the mountains!” some say.
“Every pickaxe strike could bring a fortune!” claim others with the enthusiasm of dreamers.
Prospectors rush forward, carrying with them the promise of a golden future. For many, these stops in Reytac mark the final pause before plunging
into the unknown—ready to risk their lives in the roaring rivers of the Sierra or to unearth gold buried beneath the soil of small mining towns.
The mayor of our town, Abraham Reytac, sees in this influx of travelers an opportunity for growth. With this surge of activity,
Reytac may well be transformed.
Some believe it is only a matter of time before Reytac becomes a key hub for trade between the gold mines and the rest of the country.
No one can predict the fate of these men who, without fear, set out for the mountains or rivers in search of the much-coveted gold.
But one thing is certain :
Reytac is experiencing a time of upheaval—an era where dreams of gold blend with the desert dust and the hopes of tomorrow.
Luke Duck
Transfer of power between Abraham Reytac and Lubert Taylor: November 13, 1856
Reytac turns a page: the transfer of power between Abraham Reytac and Lubert Taylor
Yesterday was an emotional day for our beloved city :
after thirty-three years of an undisputed reign, Abraham Reytac, founding father and first magistrate of the city that proudly bears his name,
officially handed over the mayoral office to Lubert Taylor.
At sixty-two years old, this great builder, whose ambition and perseverance brought Reytac to life from the arid desert sands,
decided that it was time for him to take a well-deserved rest. “The time has come, my friends, to entrust our city to a new, firm, and wise young hand,”
he declared to a solemn crowd, not without a hint of emotion.
For several months, rumors had been growing about his succession. And who else but Lubert Taylor—businessman, respected judge,
and passionate advocate for the public good—could take up the torch? Abraham Reytac himself has never been short of praise for him,
commending his integrity and keen judgment.
“Reytac could not hope for a better successor than him!” he proclaimed loudly.
Lubert Taylor is no stranger to our fellow citizens.
Husband to Beth Taylor and father of Sally and Jude, he has long distinguished himself through his strong sense of duty and unwavering commitment.
Yesterday, during his inauguration speech, he proved to be an inspiring orator, captivating the crowd with his enlightened vision for the future of our city.
With a tone both solemn and full of promises for a bright future, he assured that he would work for the well-being of every resident, ensuring that Reytac remains a haven of prosperity and justice.
The ceremony concluded amid cheers, and there is no doubt that the transition, carefully prepared by Abraham Reytac himself,
will take place in harmony and continuity.
History is being written before our eyes, and we welcome this new era with confidence.
May the heavens watch over Reytac and its new mayor!
Terry Watson
Reytac acquires new tracks : August 3, 1835
Reytac is outfitting itself with new roads
Throughout history, the commerce and prosperity of cities have been measured by the quality of the roads serving them,
and Reytac is no exception to this truth.
The constant increase in trade, both in goods and travelers, has imposed on local authorities the need for improvements to facilitate the passage
of stagecoaches, those proud teams that connect our city to the neighboring towns.
Under the esteemed direction of Mayor Abraham of Reytac, a man of great prudence and noble discernment, work was begun last month
and continues diligently to this day.
The workers of the county are ardently employed in this task, following the wise directives of Mr. Elias Dunbar, chief surveyor,
who is committed to making the roads more passable and preventing any obstacles to the movement of the coaches.
It is well known how Reytac's roads, subject to the whims of the seasons, have long been a challenge for coachmen and their horses.
During the rainy season, deep ruts and mud hindered the progress of the stagecoaches, delaying the mail and causing a thousand inconveniences to travelers.
How many broken wheels, how many overturned carts due to the harshness of the road!
"This country, sir, wears out our horses more than three years of service in the East," lamented Mr. Andrew Calloway, a well-known coachman
on the routes connecting Sacramento to Reytac.
Thanks to recent work, these misfortunes will soon be a thing of the past. Already, sturdy wooden bridges allow teams to cross streams with ease,
and the newly consolidated roads offer much better durability.
It is also announced that, in the coming months, relay stations will be established where both coachmen and horses can rest, a great help for those who must cross these vast regions without a proper stop.
The stagecoaches of the Western Stagecoach Company, the first to benefit from these improvements, are becoming more frequent,
and the coming and going of carts carrying news and mail breathes new life into our city. Many shopkeepers and innkeepers are pleased
with this increased prosperity.
Mr. Edwin Ralston, the honorable owner of the Blue Cactus Inn, does not hide his enthusiasm :
"We need movement, travelers, lively conversations around the fire. These are the heartbeats of a city in the making."
Thus, under the enlightened impulse of Reytac's officials, our city is outfitting itself with roads worthy of its future greatness,
thereby affirming its role as a key point in the framework of California's roads.
There is no doubt that soon, stagecoaches and riders, peddlers and messengers, will traverse our roads with newfound ease,
heralding a time of flourishing exchanges and certain prosperity for Reytac.
Job Lance
Resumption of work on Reytac station: July 11, 1857
Resumption of Reytac Train Station Construction: A New Beginning Under Better Auspices
After more than a month of meticulous searching and rigorous investigations, the safety committee of our beloved city of Reytac has lifted the veil on the accidents that struck the train station construction site.
It is with relief that we learn that, after a thorough review of the circumstances, it has been decided that the work can now resume,
under new conditions that, we hope, will ensure a more peaceful future.
Mayor Mr. Lubert Taylor has made an important decision by doubling the number of workers assigned to this great project.
Not only that, but he has also ensured that skilled artisans and renowned builders with greater expertise are brought in, so that the work continues
with a spirit of diligence and efficiency, and in the shortest possible time.
These measures, though strict, are imbued with great wisdom.
They aim to correct the errors of the past and offer our brave city a train station worthy of our expectations.
The multiple and unfortunate injuries that struck our hardworking laborers have justifiably drawn the attention of the authorities,
who acted promptly as such a situation required.
The people of Reytac, who are closely following the progress of this major project, welcome this news with great joy and optimism.
The train station, which will mark a turning point in our history, is now in good hands.
Thus, as soon as the order to resume work was given, the sounds of hammers, shovels, and axes again echoed through the air of this July.
The Reytac train station project, which many consider a symbol of progress, is now back on track under the watchful eye of Mayor Taylor
and the new team of builders.
May the work of the Reytac train station, soon to be completed, stand as a testament to the effort and dedication of all those who work
for the well-being of our city. And may this project, in its grandeur, be a promise of a prosperous future and unity for our community.
Ruth Cohen
Mayor Abraham Reytac's Stance on Relations with the Indian Peoples : November 3, 1852
Peace and Understanding: Mayor Abraham Reytac's Stance on Relations with the Indian Peoples
Since its earliest days, our good town of Reytac has fostered a spirit of harmony and understanding, even during times when many other communities have become mired in futile quarrels with the Indian peoples. Thanks to the wisdom and resolve of Mayor Abraham Reytac,
our town has so far remained free from the conflicts that sometimes inflame our western territories.
Sadly, tensions are never far from our borders.
At the edges of the great plains, clashes have erupted between settlers and tribes seeking to defend their ancestral lands. But here, in our peaceful city, it has always been our practice to prefer words over weapons.
In this spirit, Mr. Reytac recently gathered the town’s notables to reaffirm his stance. “As long as I am mayor of Reytac,” he declared before an attentive assembly, “our town shall not commit injustices against the peoples who were here long before us. We must live side by side, as reasonable and just men.”
It is true that for several years now, treaties have been signed between local authorities and the Comanche tribe,
who occupy the lands to the south of our town.
These agreements, guaranteeing the natives passage rights on certain trade routes and access to water sources,
have helped to prevent many skirmishes. In return, several Comanche chiefs, including Akeetan the Wise, have sworn not to disturb our lands or herds.
However, some voices have risen to criticize this peaceful policy, arguing that the Indians cannot be trusted. Farmer Henry Wilkes,
whose farm lies three miles north of Reytac, reports having seen mounted warriors near his enclosures :
“I fear that one day, these agreements will mean nothing and we’ll be caught off guard.”
But Mayor Reytac, unyielding, remains convinced that diplomacy is better than spilled blood.
For him, Reytac’s prosperity cannot thrive in fear and discord. “The man who raises his rifle before extending his hand only reaps fear and desolation,
” he declared at the conclusion of his speech.
In the meantime, the local militia patrols remain vigilant, ready to protect our citizens in case of trouble, but with the firm intention not to be the instigators of an unnecessary conflict. May peace continue to reign over Reytac, and may God watch over its people.
Jilly Carter
Agricultural Market: Livestock and Crop Prices of the Week February 12, 1856
Agricultural Market: Livestock and Crop Prices of the Week
In this harsh season, when the desert wind blows relentlessly across our land, the farmers and ranchers of Reytac continue,
with the strength and perseverance that define them, to supply our town with essential goods.
Here is, dear readers, the weekly report of prices on our local market, compiled after consultation with the main merchants
and producers of the region.
Livestock
Longhorn Beef: 14 dollars per head for a healthy specimen.
Desert Sheep: 8 dollars per animal, the herds being thinner this year due to the drought.
Mustang Horse: 45 dollars for a well-trained mount.
Pack Mule: 20 dollars, a sturdy and highly useful beast for farmers and prospectors.
Agricultural Products
Corn: 1 dollar per bushel. The harvest was modest this year due to the dry soil, but farmers are hoping for better rains in the spring.
Barley: 80 cents per bushel. Highly sought after by brewers and ranchers for livestock feed.
Pinto Beans: 1 dollar and 25 cents per 50-pound sack, an essential crop for our local farms.
California Dates: 3 dollars per crate, this sweet fruit becoming increasingly popular in town.
Other Goods and Essential Products
Bison Hides: 7 dollars per unit, mainly imported from the east.
Mesquite Wood: 2 dollars per cord, though supply is difficult due to the scarcity of trees in our desert region.
Spring Water: 10 cents per gallon, a precious necessity in these dry times.
The weekly market will be held, as usual, at Reytac’s Town Square this Saturday from dawn.
Everyone is encouraged to come early to secure the best deals before the sun gets too hot!
Luke Duck
The Mysteries of Reytac : December 13, 2024
The Mysteries of Reytac: Interview with Tod Blunt
There are cities whose memory fades, places whose history seems doomed to be forgotten. Reytac is one of them.
This ghost town, nestled in the desert near Palm Springs, which supposedly disappeared in a fire in the mid-19th century,
fuels rumors and legends, attracts the curious, and puzzles archivists.
Why has it disappeared from official records? What secrets does it still hold ?
Tod Blunt, a businessman and founder of Reytac News, a site dedicated to the research and rehabilitation of this forgotten city,
is tackling these questions.
But his investigations aren't to everyone's liking.
Amid missing documents, anonymous warnings, and unexplained phenomena,
Blunt uncovers a truth that some might prefer to keep buried.
In this exclusive interview, he talks about his quest, the obstacles he has faced, and the mysteries that still surround the town of Reytac.
Journalist :
Mr. Blunt, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Your site, Reytac News, intrigues as much as it fascinates.
What led you to create it ?
Tod Blunt:
The history of Reytac is a puzzle. A forgotten city, swallowed by the desert and time, but whose echoes still resonate.
I've always been fascinated by places whose memory is lost. Reytac News was born from this obsession.
It wasn’t just about gathering dusty archives, but about understanding what really happened.
Why did the town disappear ?
What was erased from official accounts ?
Are some legends closer to the truth than we think ?
These are the questions that led me to create this site.
Journalist :
You present Reytac News as an interactive encyclopedia.
Why this approach?
Tod Blunt :
A city is not just a series of dates and events. It lives through those who inhabited it, those who remember it, and those who seek to understand it.
Interactivity allows visitors to contribute, to bring in new elements.
Every testimony, every document can be a piece of the puzzle. And let’s be honest…
There are truths that aren’t found in official archives.
Sometimes, they are hidden in the memories of families, in forgotten letters, in private journals. Reytac News is a space where these fragments can finally be brought to light.
Journalist :
Many associate Reytac with paranormal phenomena, particularly around the train station.
What is your stance on this ?
Tod Blunt :
(A pause.) Let’s just say the facts speak for themselves.
There are testimonies, documents, reports indicating that something strange is – or was – happening there.
What I want is not to feed myths for the sake of sensationalism, but to provide access to verifiable information.
After that, it’s up to everyone to interpret.
Journalist :
Your articles are translated into several languages: French, Spanish, Italian, and German.
Why this choice ?
Tod Blunt :
Lubert Taylor, one of Reytac’s central figures, former mayor and creator of a train station that was at the heart of the debates, had European roots.
His legacy deserves recognition. Translating these articles is a way to honor his heritage, but that’s not the only reason.
Reytac’s legends intrigue far beyond the United States. In Europe, this town is talked about as a buried mystery.
Yet, until now, there have been few reliable sources that allowed them to learn more. I wanted to offer them this opportunity.
Journalist :
You have conducted extensive research for your project, in collaboration with local and federal archives.
Did you encounter any obstacles ?
Tod Blunt :
(He smiles.) It all depends on what you call an obstacle.
Some documents were strangely inaccessible, others seemed to have vanished. I received warnings, anonymous letters. People told me to drop it.
You know, when you dig too deep, some people don’t like it.
But at 52, I’m not the type to stop.
Journalist :
It almost sounds like a conspiracy…
Tod Blunt :
(A long look, a pause.) What I know is that Reytac disturbs.
That there are gaps in its history.
Why ?
Who wants to keep them hidden ?
That’s what I’m trying to uncover.
Journalist :
You often talk about Reytac’s “dark secrets."
Do you think they will ever be fully revealed ?
Tod Blunt :
The truth always comes to light in the end.
The question is: are we ready to accept it ?
Journalist :
One last question.
If you had to define Reytac News in one sentence ?
Tod Blunt :
A half-open door to what some would prefer to leave in the shadows.
Journalist :
Thank you for this interview, Mr. Blunt.
Tod Blunt :
It’s me who thanks you… but be careful with what you do with what you’ve learned.
Joshua Lawson
The Dangers of Local Wildlife: Safety in the Wild Land : May 5, 1851
The Dangers of Local Wildlife: Safety in the Wild Land
Our peaceful town of Reytac, nestled in the heart of the Palm Springs desert, is not without its perils, although they are hidden beneath the tranquil appearance of the vast stretches of sand. Nowadays, with the increasing number of travelers and prospectors, unfortunate incidents have occurred,
due to the unfortunate encounter with local wildlife, particularly snakes and coyotes.
At the request of our medical authorities and in order to preserve everyone's safety,
it is imperative to be aware of these dangers and to prepare to react accordingly.
Snakes, several species of which are venomous and hide in the stifling heat of the desert, represent one of the greatest dangers.
The rattlesnake, the very one that locals call "the buzzing," is a silent predator that lurks in the underbrush or among the rocks.
Snake bites are a common cause of panic, but it is our duty to ensure that proper conduct can prevent tragedies.
If, alas, you are bitten by one of these reptiles, it is essential not to panic.
The victim should immediately lie down, try to remain calm, and avoid any sudden movements.
It is of the utmost importance to get to Dr. Harold Lyle's clinic as quickly as possible, where treatments can be administered to counteract the effects
of the venom.
One should never attempt to suck out the bite or apply makeshift remedies, as these actions are only mistakes that could worsen the situation.
As for the coyotes, these cunning and fearless creatures, they have been involved in several worrying encounters.
The coyote, although rarely attacking humans, can become aggressive if provoked or when it feels cornered.
Attacks by these animals usually occur during their nocturnal wanderings, where their predatory nature drives them to seek easy prey.
In such a case, humans should avoid any sudden movements but instead try to make noise to intimidate the animal.
If a coyote attacks, it is recommended to face it while seeking a weapon or object to fend off the animal.
Prevention also involves constant vigilance : do not leave food waste lying around and ensure that small pets are supervised or locked up at night.
Dr. Lyle, in a recent interview, added that the key to safety against these threats lies in preparation and education.
"It is our duty, as a community, to educate our fellow citizens on the appropriate behaviors to adopt when dealing with these creatures.
A snake or coyote does not seek out humans, but our actions can encourage them to come closer," he emphasized.
Local authorities, in collaboration with doctors, thus recommend that all residents and travelers take a few simple precautions :
walk carefully through tall grasses, keep children under constant supervision, and, most importantly, learn to recognize the warning signs
of potentially dangerous animals.
May everyone be able to enjoy our beautiful town without falling victim to the dangers that, just like the wildlife, are an integral part
of this vast wild territory.
Ruth Cohen
Sign Language at Reytac School : September 3, 1853
Sign Language at Reytac School
In an act of kindness and solidarity, our esteemed mayor, Abraham Reytac, has made one of the most remarkable decisions for the well-being
of the Reytac community.
He has indeed ordered that sign language classes be mandatory at school from now on.
A measure that couldn’t have come at a more opportune moment for our young citizen, Jude Taylor, who, at the age of 8, is unable to communicate
in any way other than through this language.
The unfortunate Jude, born deaf and mute, had until then only been able to communicate with his immediate family members :
his parents, businessman Lubert Taylor and his wife, as well as his older sister, Sally, who, at the age of twelve, kindly taught him the basics
of this communication method.
However, despite this familial love, Jude often found it difficult to communicate with his peers, which created a certain distance in his social integration.
It was with great sensitivity and care that Sally, seeing her brother’s difficulty, took the initiative to propose the introduction of sign language courses
at school.
This gesture deeply moved the school community, and the request soon reached the ears of our revered mayor, Abraham Reytac.
The mayor, a man of heart and wisdom, quickly recognized the value of this request, as he understood that the true progress of a city is not measured by its buildings or prosperity, but by its ability to welcome and integrate each member, without exception.
Thus, after careful consideration, Abraham Reytac gave his approval to this proposal, deeming the introduction of sign language in schools an exemplary act of solidarity.
Starting this school year, all Reytac students will be invited to learn sign language as part of their curriculum.
This decision, hailed by many families, is a promise of inclusivity and humanity, marking a new era in our city, where every individual,
regardless of their condition, should be able to thrive and interact freely with their fellow citizens.
The example of Jude and his sister, Sally, is a model of devotion and brotherhood, and it is hoped that this initiative will breathe new life
into the community spirit of Reytac.
Thus, thanks to the wisdom of the mayor and the courageous initiative of the Taylor family, Reytac now stands as a beacon of kindness in this sometimes cold and indifferent world.
Sarah-Lee Thompson
The Great Heart of Abraham Reytac: A Reflection of Mercy for a Lost Young Man : September 23, 1831
The Great Heart of Abraham Reytac: A Reflection of Mercy for a Lost Young Man
In these times when eyes often turn away from souls in distress, a glimmer of humanity has arisen from our beloved city of Reytac,
thanks to the priceless kindness of Mr. Abraham Reytac, our mayor, a man whose greatness of soul illuminates our city like the morning sun illuminates the desert.
Recently, a young man in his twenties, wandering and silent, appeared among us.
This young being, with awkward gestures and fleeting glances, seemed to be struck by some strange affliction, and his silence,
heavy with unspoken thoughts, revealed the suffering of a tormented mind. He spoke not, his movements were often disorderly,
and it quickly became clear that he carried a mental burden far heavier than mere physical fatigue.
Despite the villagers’ efforts to discover his name, the young man remained mute in response to all questions.
He could not answer, or at least, he seemed incapable of communicating in the language of men. From his lips came no word, and from his gaze,
only a faint look of bewilderment. The misunderstanding surrounding this young man grew among the villagers.
A study conducted in the nearby towns revealed that the man was, in truth, a vagabond, abandoned by his own parents,
unable to understand his mental disability, a condition that condemned him to be cast out from their village on the edge of the desert.
He wandered thus, until he was led by an uncertain fate to our city, where, penniless, he approached the gates of Reytac.
Many looked at him with fear, wary of the strangeness emanating from him, but Abraham Reytac, with a heart as vast as the desert he had conquered, decided to extend a hand to him.
Mayor Abraham, a great reader and admirer of classical literature, found inspiration in a novel he particularly cherished :
Candide, the work of the great French writer Voltaire.
In this book, the main character, Candide, appears as a young man of striking naivety, seeking to understand the world while encountering obstacles and injustices.
His innocence and candor eerily mirrored the traits of the young vagabond.
Thus, Abraham, in his wisdom and kindness, gave this young man the nickname "Candid," in homage to this character so pure and filled
with good intentions.
Far from seeing his condition as an obstacle, Abraham remembered that every life, even one marked by silence and confusion, deserves respect.
The mayor then sought to discover what talent, what gift this young man might possess, and he soon realized a special affinity with horses.
Thus, he assigned him the task of working in the city stables. Since then, young Candid has never missed an opportunity to care for the horses
with infinite gentleness.
He now lives in a modest little house near the stables, and although his mind seems to be in a world of its own, his heart, pure and overflowing
with kindness, has found a place among us.
The city of Reytac, under the benevolence of Abraham Reytac, continues to flourish, not only in number and prosperity but also in humanity.
Salomon Donnnys
The Mourning of Reytac: The Funeral of Young Gwendolyn Porter : November 6, 1857
The Mourning of Reytac: The Funeral of Young Gwendolyn Porter
Today, on this sorrowful day of November 6, 1857, the town of Reytac has cloaked itself in deep mourning, on the occasion of the funeral
of young Gwendolyn Porter, tragically taken in the prime of her life.
The grief is great among the inhabitants, and the cemetery square has been filled with a silent crowd, faces marked by sorrow and bewilderment.
The mourning is total, and every heart in the village is burdened by the loss of this child, with pure innocence, taken far too soon.
Despite the investigation opened by the authorities, the mystery surrounding the circumstances of her death remains unsolved.
The investigators have still not been able to determine how the little girl ended up at the Reytac station, and uncertainty reigns.
This ambiguity has given way to a strange atmosphere of suspicion, where everyone seems to suspect their neighbor, without being able to make any concrete accusations.
The town now lives in an atmosphere of terror, where glances cross in the shadow of doubt.
Gwendolyn's mother, Eliza Porter, is at the heart of this tragedy, overwhelmed by indescribable pain.
The grieving mother is in a state of total devastation, unable to understand how such a misfortune could have struck her family.
Mrs. Porter's sorrow seems endless, and it is hard to comprehend the depth of her despair at the loss of her only child.
In a solemn speech delivered at the burial, Mayor Lubert Taylor, seeking to calm the spirits and unite the inhabitants, called for caution and solidarity.
"Dear fellow citizens, it is our duty, in this dark moment, to remain united and not give in to panic.
Our village must face this trial with dignity and confidence in the justice that will continue."
His words, full of wisdom and compassion, resonated among the attendees, and although the sorrow was great, a glimmer of hope emerged
in the hearts of the most distraught.
The mayor, with his authority and kindness, seeks to bring the village together around the memory of Gwendolyn, and to ensure that the light
of truth soon shines upon this dark event.
Now, the entire village enters into a profound silence, hoping that the coming days will reveal the truth and that justice will be served.
The community of Reytac stands by the Porter family, hoping that this terrible event will not further divide a people already struck at its core.
It is to be hoped that Gwendolyn's soul now rests in peace, while the town prepares to face the mysteries and pains left behind by the tragedy.
Sarah-Lee Thompson
The Fate of the West in the Balance: The Kansas-Nebraska Act Signed : September 10, 1854
The Fate of the West in the Balance: The Kansas-Nebraska Act Signed
A great turmoil has gripped the western territories since Congress passed the Kansas-Nebraska Act last May, which President Franklin Pierce swiftly ratified. This new legislation, which alters the delicate balance between free and slave states, is now causing unrest even in our peaceful Reytac.
From now on, it will be the settlers themselves who will decide, through a popular vote, whether slavery will be permitted
in these newly organized territories.
A measure that, according to its supporters, embodies the democratic ideal, but which, according to its opponents,
can only lead to bloody discord.
In the dusty streets of our town, conversations are heating up, and minds are igniting.
“It is to be feared that this law will bring with it discord and violence,” declared Reverend Samuel Whitmore last night before a concerned crowd.
On the other side, some merchants are rejoicing over the opportunities that this expansion opens, seeing a prosperous future for our region.
Mayor Abraham Reytac, concerned about maintaining peace, urged citizens to exercise caution: “Let no one yield to passions and division.
The law is made, but it is up to us to write its consequences on this land.”
In Reytac, this law could have direct repercussions. Likewise, several settler families, uncertain about settling in territories where uncertainty reigns,
may choose to turn back, thus slowing the growth of our town.
Meanwhile, newspapers from the East are already reporting the first clashes between opposing factions in the Kansas and Nebraska territories.
In Reytac, we watch with apprehension these ominous signs of an uncertain future.
What does tomorrow hold? Only time will tell.
Reytac News will, as always, keep its readers informed of the developments of this matter that could very well seal the fate of the West.
Sarah-Lee Thompson
The death of former mayor Abraham Reytac: A city in mourning : November 5, 1860
The death of former mayor Abraham Reytac: A city in mourning
Yesterday morning, the city of Reytac awoke under a grieving sky, struck by the loss of the man who was both its builder and guide.
Abraham Reytac, esteemed mayor and tireless pioneer, took his last breath in the night of November 4, 1860, overcome by relentless scarlet fever.
For several weeks, the illness had been eating away at him, and many people, concerned, gathered under the windows of his home, waiting for news
of his condition.
The fever, as scorching as the sun in our lands, gave him no respite.
He fought with the energy of the man who once shaped this city with his own hands, but the Lord had other plans.
He peacefully fell asleep, surrounded by his loved ones, taking with him a significant part of our history.
Abraham Reytac was no ordinary man.
The son of pioneers, he forged this city at the cost of a thousand sacrifices, giving everyone hope for a better future in these barren lands.
His courage and kindness were known to all, and many lost souls found a guide in him. His governance, marked by progress and wisdom,
left an indelible mark on Reytac, which will never be the same without him.
Yesterday, the bells of the Church of Holy Providence rang the death knell, calling everyone to pay tribute to the man we must now speak of in the past tense.
The people, gathered in a crowd, mourned their mayor with the dignity fitting for a city aware of its debt to its founder.
Lubert Taylor, his great friend and successor as mayor for the past four years, delivered the following words to the assembly:
“We mourn today the loss of a great man, but let no one forget : Abraham Reytac lives in each of us, in the streets he paved,
in the justice he established, in the land he made ours.
May his name be engraved in our hearts as it is in the history of this city.”
The funeral will take place tomorrow, and it is certain that no resident will fail to come honor the memory of our late mayor.
His body will rest in the land he loved so much, and his spirit will forever watch over Reytac.
May the Lord welcome him into His eternal home.
Sarah-Lee Thompson
The construction of the Reytac train station has begun! : Published on April 15, 1857
The construction of the Reytac train station has begun !
The commencement of the construction of the great station in our city of Reytac has finally been solemnly proclaimed.
This project, the importance of which cannot be overlooked, marks a decisive milestone in the evolution of our city.
The sounds of the hammer striking the iron now resonate throughout the neighborhood, and a true hive of activity is taking shape on our land.
The construction site, led by experienced builders, is unfolding around the vast foundation that will house the main building of the station.
Some are rejoicing in this venture that, once completed, will connect Reytac to other neighboring cities, opening up new horizons for trade and travel.
The plan that has been adopted could not be more ambitious, and everything is being done to ensure that the Reytac station becomes a central gathering point in this region.
The enthusiasm has already spread to the population, who sees in this project the opportunity for their city to grow and prosper.
Mr. Mayor, Lubert Taylor, has taken care of overseeing this endeavor, ensuring that nothing is left to chance. It is the very future of Reytac at stake,
and the city is about to enter a new era.
The foundations of this grand building, like the foundations of the city itself, rest on hard work, a vision of progress, and development.
In a few years, we may see this station become a living symbol of Reytac's vitality, a place of passage but also a center of commerce where the inhabitants will be able to exchange goods and news. Under the blows of hammers and the cries of carpenters,
Reytac is awakening to new perspectives. Workers, builders, and merchants are already rejoicing in the future benefits this project promises to bring
to the city.
May God bless the ongoing work, may luck be with us, and may these difficult tasks soon bear fruit.
Helen Mills
The Blue Cactus opens its doors in Reytac : April 22, 1827
The Blue Cactus opens its doors in Reytac
There are establishments that, by their very existence, announce the rise of a city and the promise of better days.
The opening of the Blue Cactus inn, which opens its doors today on Grand Street in Reytac, is one of those.
Under the guidance of Mister Edwin Ralston, an affable man of rare courtesy, this noble house is destined to offer rest and comfort to all those who,
travelers passing through or citizens of our good city, seek a safe roof, an honest table, and an atmosphere where warmth and friendliness reign.
The building, freshly completed, stands proudly, its pinewood façade gleaming under the autumn sun.
The sign, skillfully painted by Mr. Nathaniel Pritchard, a talented artist, depicts a proud azure cactus rising above the name of the place,
a promise of hospitality in this land still marked by the harshness of the desert and the rigors of the trails.
Inside, the traveler will find everything one might expect from a well-regarded inn. The large common room, with sturdy tables
and well-crafted benches, will welcome both the coachmen in search of a hearty dinner and the merchants coming to discuss business.
A large hearth, already crackling with a generous fire, will warm the souls after the fatigues of the road. In the kitchens, Mistress Abigail Ralston,
the innkeeper’s wife and fine cook, will prepare hearty dishes: beef stew with beans, freshly baked cornbread,
and other meals that will make the establishment famous.
For guests seeking longer rest, eight rooms are available, each equipped with a well-made bed, covered with clean sheets and a thick blanket,
ensuring peaceful sleep after the tribulations of the journey. The grooms are not forgotten, as an adjoining stable, run by Mr. Silas Boone,
a seasoned roadman, will look after the well-being of the mounts.
“The Blue Cactus will be a haven for all, both townspeople and travelers,” says Mister Ralston with a proud assurance. And already,
the establishment is seeing a curious clientele :
travelers arriving by stagecoach, prospectors in search of fortune, ranchers coming to settle business in town. It is even said that Mayor Lubert Taylor,
a man concerned with the development of our city, will soon honor the inn with his presence to greet this most commendable venture.
Thus, Reytac gains a new jewel, proving once again that our city, far from being a fleeting stop on the trails of the West, is gradually establishing itself
in prosperity. May the Blue Cactus become, for a long time, a place of meetings and exchanges,
where people drink, feast, and discuss the world under the flickering light of oil lamps !
Rebecca Dancing
The Town in Shock: Another Child Disappears at Reytac Station : May 18, 1858
The Town in Shock: Another Child Disappears at Reytac Station
A new affliction has befallen our peaceful town of Reytac, casting terror among the honest souls by awakening the superstitions of old.
His name is Colin Farnsworth, and he is only 11 years old. A lively and daring child, they say. But does courage suffice when facing such a situation ?
His childhood friend, young Cornelius Whitmore, his face still ravaged by anguish, recalls the last words he heard from his mouth :
"I will prove to everyone that I am not afraid. I will go to the station tonight. You’ll see."
Alas, he did not return. When dawn revealed the boy's absence, his parents, struck by a grim premonition, called for help.
A search was immediately organized.
Sheriff Ezekiel Marsh and his men, the neighbors, the farmers, all took torches and oil lamps to search the now infamous station.
But no trace of the boy. Not even a footprint on the dusty floor, not a scrap of clothing caught on the broken beams.
Only the station, silent and dark, seemed to wait, indifferent.
All day long, searches were conducted in the surrounding desert. Nothing was left to chance.
But the child remained unfound, as though he had vanished into thin air, swept away by an invisible force.
Then, silence weighed heavily on the town. Then, a voice rose.
The village elder, the honorable Ambrose Whitaker, felt compelled to speak before the other villagers:
"Do you not see? This is not the first time. And it will not be the last. The station is cursed. The station is damned.
Those who enter it do not return."
Whispers ran through the assembly. Some skeptical heads shook their doubt, but the seed of uncertainty had been planted, like poison in the heart
of everyone. Already, they whisper that little Gwendolyn Porter is not alone in wandering these cursed walls.
Already, they murmur that the station demands more souls.
In every cottage, shutters are closed earlier than usual.
Mothers hold their children close, and in the darkness, the bravest men avoid speaking aloud of the curse of Reytac Station.
But all think of it. And all fear it.
Salomon Donnnys
The curse of Gwendolyn Porter: the forbidden history of Reytac : June 26, 1965
The curse of Gwendolyn Porter: the forbidden history of Reytac
Some stories are meant to remain forgotten. Reytac, lost in the desert on the outskirts of Palm Springs, California, is one of those places where time seems to have deliberately erased a part of its past.
Founded in 1823 by businessman Abraham Reytac, Reytac City quickly prospered over the following decades until the construction of its railway station in 1857. This marked a turning point—one that brought forth a series of inexplicable events. Between 1857 and 1861, eleven children were found dead inside the station itself. Their corpses, disturbingly arranged, shared one horrifying common detail : their faces had been completely removed, leaving only a smooth, featureless surface, while their mouths were carefully sewn shut with black thread. Then, on April 9, 1861, a fire of unknown origin consumed the entire town… except for the station. Standing alone amidst the ashes, untouched, it seemed to mock the flames.
For over a century, anyone who has tried to unravel these mysteries has either died or disappeared. Today, through forbidden archives, erased testimonies, and controversial archaeological excavations, we will attempt to uncover what Reytac has sought to bury.
The first victim: Gwendolyn Porter (1857)
On November 2, 1857, as dinner time approached and the night was falling, Eliza Porter and her husband became worried when they noticed that their 10-year-old daughter Gwendolyn had not returned. Typically obedient, the child knew she was allowed to play outside, but she was always expected to come home before nightfall. Concerned by her unusual absence, the Porters rushed into the streets of the village, calling desperately for their daughter. Soon, other villagers joined them in the search, scouring the town center, nearby houses, barns, and more... to no avail.
That afternoon, around 3 p.m., Gwendolyn had gone to meet her two best friends, Eleanor Fitch and Margaret Sullivan, to play a game of hide-and-seek, their favorite pastime. Determined to win this time, she confided in them that she planned to hide inside the under-construction train station, convinced that its many nooks and crannies would provide the perfect hiding spot. At these words, Eleanor and Margaret had become uneasy.
"We're not allowed to go there, it's forbidden and dangerous!" Margaret protested, while Eleanor whispered that the town elder, Ambrose Whitaker, had been warning the locals about this cursed place. Since construction had begun, he had repeatedly said that the station should never have been built.
These details were recorded in Eleanor Fitch's diary. The search continued throughout the evening... but in vain.
It wasn't until the next morning at dawn that a worker from the train station, Frank Holloway, found little Gwendolyn lifeless. Her body was lying on the ground, her arms at her sides. The most horrific aspect, which haunted the station workers who saw it, was this: Gwendolyn had no face, and her mouth had been sewn shut. Sheriff Ezekiel Marsh arrived at the scene an hour later. His official report, which we found in the county archives, contains several unsettling details.
According to his statement, there were no signs of a struggle. Her body was still warm, suggesting she had died shortly before being found. When the coroner, Dr. Joseph Kurtz, examined the child, he made a terrifying discovery: Gwendolyn's face had been torn off, and her lips had been sewn together with what was later identified as braided animal hair, probably taken from a bison or a wolf. But the most horrifying part, which frightened the doctor the most, was what he found inside the child's mouth. When the thread was cut and the lips opened, a small, about ten-centimeter-long, engraved bone was discovered beneath her tongue. On its surface, in an indigenous language, was a word that meant: "Oblivion."
A series of unexplained deaths (1857 - 1861)
Gwendolyn Porter's death was the first in a long and terrifying series that would haunt the town of Reytac for years to come. Between 1857 and 1861, ten other children disappeared, only to be found dead, all within the train station itself.
Each discovery raised more questions than answers.
After Gwendolyn Porter, it was Betty Lewis, 7 years old, who disappeared on March 15, 1858. She was found three days later, lying on a bench in the train station waiting room.
Then came :
-Jezabel Miller (10 years old) – found on August 3, 1858, sitting against the west wall of the station.
-Isaac Law (6 years old) – found on November 26, 1858, at the foot of one of the guards' booths.
-Meg Brown (5 years old) – found on May 14, 1859, curled up under a bench.
-Terrence Colmann (8 years old) – found on October 7, 1859, standing, leaning against a wall, as though frozen in a prayer posture.
-Julius Anderson (9 years old) – found on February 19, 1860, with his back to the east wall of the station.
-Christopher Baker (12 years old) – found on July 30, 1860, on a pile of coal.
-Mandy Flanagan (6 years old) – found on November 6, 1860, leaning against a trunk in the baggage area.
-Caroline Mitchell (11 years old) – found on March 17, 1861, lying at the foot of the ticket counter.
-Colin Farnsworth (7 years old) – found on April 4, 1861, just five days before the fire.
The forgotten past: the indigenous people and the desecrated sanctuary
Each time, the method was exactly the same: no signs of struggle, no witnesses, a faceless body, mouth sewn shut, a carved bone found
under the tongue. Even more bizarre, each bone bore a different inscription in the Desert Cahuilla language, one of the three dialects
of the Cahuilla people, once spoken in the region. The best linguists in the country managed to decipher these symbols, which, when translated,
formed a terrifying message :
"Oblivion is a burden. You have built upon sacred ground. We have come to reclaim what is ours."
The archives show that as the months went by, panic spread.
Families began fleeing Reytac. Some locals claimed to have seen strange shadows near the train station at dusk.
Others reported hearing incomprehensible whispers, the voices of children crying softly in the wind.
Mayor Lubert Taylor and Sheriff Ezekiel Marsh did everything to suppress the matter.
The modern evidence we have allows us to confirm that official investigations were sloppy and concluded with absurd "animal attacks,"
that many testimonies were suppressed or ignored, and that the families of the victims were encouraged to leave the town.
All of this ran counter to the model image of the mayor that Lubert Taylor had crafted through his public statements.
Everything seemed designed to make this matter disappear, but nothing could erase the pain of the victim's families
or the inscriptions carved into those mysterious bones.
The harm was done, and the construction of the Reytac train station had awakened something.
The forgotten past: the indigenous people and the desecrated sanctuary
As the child murders continued at the Reytac train station, some books from the public library of Los Angeles allowed scholars
and historians to learn about the region's past.
What they discovered cast a chilling new light on these unexplained events.
Dusty archives and manuscripts found in San Francisco confirmed a troubling hypothesis about the exact location where the Reytac train station
was built. Long before the arrival of American settlers and Abraham Reytac, who built the town bearing his name in 1823,
this land belonged to a local indigenous tribe, the Cahuillas, who considered it a sacred site.
Old maps and letters written by Spanish missionaries already mentioned a place of worship where the Cahuillas honored their ancestors
and performed rites of passage.
Explorers who passed through the region in 1812 wrote in their journals that part of the desert seemed strange, with the indigenous people refusing
to approach it after nightfall.
Letters written in January 1823 by José Romero, a Spanish officer under the authority of the Spanish colonial government in California,
alluded to "chants in the wind and children's cries" he had heard, as well as a message carved into a rock which he identified as a warning from
the ancient Cahuillas:
"Do not stay near the carved stones when the sun disappears.
They belong to the ancient souls. He who disturbs them will be forgotten by the living."
In 1857, during the construction of the station, workers uncovered unexpected remains: carved stone circles,
arranged with almost astronomical precision, bone figurines representing child silhouettes with erased faces, as well as wooden tablets carved
with symbols evoking mourning and wandering.
Rather than reporting these discoveries, the project supervisors had them hastily buried, fearing they might delay the work or scare off investors.
The construction of the station continued, ignoring the history of the land it was being built on.
The curses of the ancients
Cahuilla beliefs spoke of an ancient legend about the site. A parchment found in 1828 on the land where the Reytac station would later be built
was translated at the request of the mayor at the time, Abraham Reytac, by Pierre-Étienne Du Ponceau, a prominent French linguist specializing in Native American languages. He deciphered a troubling message:
"When the stranger tears the sacred land, when the cries of the innocent rise into oblivion, then the souls will come to claim what is theirs.
Those who dare disturb the rest of the ancients will see their flesh erased from memory."
The description of wandering souls seeking to "recover their face" eerily matched the condition of the bodies later found at the station.
Pierre-Étienne Du Ponceau, initially skeptical of superstitions, changed his tune after his research. In a letter addressed to a close friend
in February 1831, he wrote:
"I long believed these stories to be mere tales to scare children. But what I have discovered defies all understanding.
I have found ancient texts speaking of faceless shadows wandering on the desecrated earth. I fear I have opened a door I cannot close."
On April 1, 1844, Pierre-Étienne Du Ponceau passed away. It was said that he was completely obsessed with Reytac.
The 1861 fire that ravaged the entire town of Reytac, sparing only the train station, was seen by some as an unfortunate coincidence,
but by others as the logical conclusion to a series of supernatural events. How can one explain that only this building was spared while the rest
of the town was reduced to ashes?
Even today, historians and investigators cannot answer this question. What is certain is that no one has dared rebuild Reytac. The station still stands,
abandoned, eroded by time. A silent warning, frozen in history.
The story of the Curse of Gwendolyn Porter remains an unsolved mystery.
But one thing is certain: those who attempted to uncover its secrets paid a heavy price.
By William Hepworth Dixon, historian and writer.
The Shadow of Disease Looms Over Reytac : September 7, 1853
The Shadow of Disease Looms Over Reytac : September 7, 1853
The hot season brings not only drought and hardship but also the insidious threat of fevers and pernicious illnesses ravaging our land.
Rumors reach us from various neighboring towns : cases of cholera have reportedly emerged in the west,
while dysentery and typhoid fever are already striking certain camps of gold-seeking travelers. These diseases, sly and terrible,
spread like wildfire where hygiene is lacking.
Cholera, this scourge from the East, attacks the body with unparalleled ferocity: within hours, it fells even the strongest of men,
draining them until life abandons them.
Its first symptoms are unmistakable: violent diarrhea, unbearable cramps, and an unquenchable thirst. Its cure ?
Alas, little beyond rest and abundant hydration.
The best prevention remains prudence: do not drink stagnant water, beware of suspicious wells and sources shared with livestock.
Boil your water before consuming it and avoid spoiled food, for sickness lurks where filth reigns.
As for dysentery, that stomach ailment that makes even the strongest men tremble, it spreads at an alarming rate in camps and homes where hygiene
is neglected.
Those afflicted suffer from sharp pains, fever, and bloody stools. If an unfortunate soul falls victim to it, they must isolate themselves at once and seek the care of Doctor Harold Lyle, who tirelessly watches over our town’s health.
Typhoid fever, on the other hand, creeps into our homes through impure water and contaminated food. It takes hold gradually, bringing chills,
growing weakness, then a burning fever that claims the weakest. The most affected are often weary travelers,
those poor wandering souls pausing before continuing their journey toward the gold-rich lands of California.
We therefore call upon everyone’s vigilance. Keep your homes and food clean. Burn soiled linens, keep stagnant waters away, and avoid dealings
with those showing signs of illness. Our streets must remain pure, our wells clean, and our community safe.
To those tempted to ignore these warnings, beware ! Disease spares neither rich nor poor, neither resident nor stranger.
It is a specter that strikes blindly and does not forgive carelessness.
May Reytac endure these troubled times without the Reaper coming to claim too many lives.
Written by Naomi Kimble under the authority of Doctors Harold Lyle and Benjamin Crawford, for the well-being and health of all.
The Shadow of Reytac Station : Whispers and Nocturnal Apparitions : March 13, 1858
The Shadow of Reytac Station: Whispers and Nocturnal Apparitions
Since fate froze the construction of the Reytac station, leaving its cold stones and wooden frame to oblivion, a veil of dread and superstition
has fallen over the town.
What was meant to be a symbol of prosperity now seems haunted by elusive shadows and intangible sounds that rise once night falls,
whispering to lost souls that the rest of the dead is not always guaranteed.
For several weeks, villagers have claimed, their voices trembling and eyes avoiding gaze, to have perceived strange manifestations around the area.
Faint noises echo in the darkness, like footsteps brushing the dusty ground. Indistinct whispers rise in the wind, carrying an unknown language,
perhaps murmured by the wandering souls of those whose sleep was disturbed. The shutters of doors, once thought immovable forever,
creak and close with a plaintive sigh, as if invisible hands were caressing the tired wood.
Some, more daring – or more insane – swear to have seen shadows dancing behind the broken windows. Uncertain silhouettes, sometimes fleeting,
sometimes still, watching with an icy fixity those who dare come too close. Others, on the verge of madness, claim that, when the fog thickens,
flickering lights illuminate the dark heart of the building, like wandering lanterns guided by specters in search of rest.
What began as a mere whisper in the alleyways has turned into a growing clamor, so much so that Mayor Lubert Taylor, concerned for the well-being
of his people, sent the sheriff and his men to unravel this mystery. On the night of March 10, they entered the site, lanterns in hand, guns loaded,
ready to surprise some wandering vagabond seeking thrills or overly adventurous children. But what they discovered froze even the hardest of souls.
The sounds ceased upon their arrival, as if the station itself held its breath, awaiting their departure.
They searched every corner, every beam, every abandoned room, yet no trace of living beings was found.
No suspect was apprehended, no human presence detected. And yet…
In the morning, the inspection revealed faint footprints in the thick dust on the ground.
Small traces of steps, so faint that the slightest touch could have erased them.
Were these the remnants of a child who came to play in this tomb of stone and wood? Or the echo of an older, more elusive presence ?
From then on, tongues loosened, and the most terrifying tales emerged.
Some whisper that this is the soul of little Gwendolyn Porter,
whose lifeless body was discovered in these walls months ago. Is she returning to seek justice ?
Is she looking to find those she left behind ?
Or is it something else ?
A darker, unspeakable force awakened by the very construction of this station?
In the cottages, doors are now locked before night falls. Children no longer dare linger near the unfinished tracks.
Even the most skeptical, the most rational, lower their voices when they speak of Reytac station.
For all ask the same question, a question that torments every mind, that makes every heart shudder :
Who haunts the abandoned station?
Ezekiel Marsh
Water, the treasure of Reytac: a challenge for the future : June 18, 1829
L’eau, trésor de Reytac : un défi pour l’avenir
If man ventured into the arid stretches of our county, it was out of bravery and necessity.
And if Reytac stands today as a city of good repute, it is at the price of the joint efforts of its pioneers, craftsmen, and traders.
Yet, no one can ignore the harsh reality that confronts us: in this land of dust and scorching sun, water is more precious than gold,
and its management proves to be one of the most thorny enterprises.
Our city, built in an arid desert where rain is rare and wells struggle to replenish, can only rely on the labor of its inhabitants and the foresight
of its officials to ensure its longevity.
However, as the wagons arrive, buildings rise, and families settle, the issue of water has become an urgent matter.
In the face of this challenge, His Honor Mayor Abraham Reytac, a man of reason and prudence, has resolved to take prompt and effective measures.
He announced, during the public assembly held last Monday, the establishment of large capacity cisterns, intended to collect and store every drop
of available water.
These reservoirs, carefully built by the city’s carpenters and coated with a protective layer, will prevent any precious loss and ensure a stable supply during times of severe drought.
Furthermore, it has been decided to intensify the digging of new wells on the outskirts of the city.
The drillers, under the direction of Mr. Horace Dunley, master well-digger, will work tirelessly to reach the deepest underground aquifers,
hoping to provide the inhabitants with a more sustainable resource.
The Mayor also called upon breeders and farmers to regulate their water usage and prioritize more measured irrigation methods.
They were advised to limit large water-intensive crops and to favor productions better suited to our harsh climate.
While some pessimistic minds already whisper that these works will require heavy financing and many months of effort,
most citizens welcome this initiative with sincere hope. Master Joseph Langford, a respected figure, expressed his support for the project :
“This is a necessity that cannot be postponed. Without water, Reytac cannot survive, and no one would want to see our city perish for lack of initiative.”
Thus, although challenges abound, Reytac once again proves that its determination is unwavering.
The thirst for progress outweighs the thirst for water, and with the prudence of the old and the vigor of the newcomers,
there is no doubt that our city will overcome this trial.
Let each person, in their home, truly measure the value of every bucket drawn, and let all, united under the merciless sun of our county,
work to preserve this common good on which our future prosperity depends.
Salomon Donnnys
JUSTICE FINALLY ESTABLISHED: THE OPENING OF REYTAC'S FIRST COURT : APRIL 21, 1853
JUSTICE ENFIN ÉTABLIE : L’OUVERTURE DU PREMIER TRIBUNAL DE REYTAC
People of Reytac, rejoice, for Order and Justice have at last found a refuge in our arid lands !
This morning, under the watchful eye of a commanding sun, the first Court of Justice of our city was inaugurated, established under the governance
of the venerable Mayor Abraham Reytac and placed under the authority of the distinguished Lubert Taylor, now the first Judge of Reytac.
For too long, our disputes were settled beneath the eaves of storefronts or by the fists and pistols of self-appointed vigilantes.
But a growing city cannot thrive under the law of the strongest !
It required a man of great integrity to offer our people a bulwark against injustice and disorder.
Lubert Taylor, wise in his deliberations and fearless in his resolutions, answered this call with the heart and fervor of a true servant of the Law.
When he set foot in our land at the beginning of the year, no courthouse existed, no Court governed disputes,
and no clerk recorded the affairs of the people.
Yet, driven by unwavering zeal, Taylor sought an audience with Mayor Reytac, whose bold and visionary spirit recognized in him the providential man our time required.
Between these two illustrious figures was born a deep mutual respect, and together, they decided on the construction of this House of Justice we celebrate today.
The courthouse, modest in size but noble in function, will now open its doors to those seeking redress and truth.
No longer will bullets and blades be needed to assert one's rights—disputes and grievances will be heard before the Court.
Whether farmer or merchant, traveler or landowner, rich or poor, all shall be heard with fairness.
In his inaugural speech, Judge Taylor delivered these memorable words :
"Today marks the beginning of a new era for Reytac.
This courthouse is not the weapon of the powerful but the refuge of the just. Let no hand steal without facing punishment, let no tongue slander without being confronted by the truth.
By my office, I swear to ensure that everyone, whether born of this land or merely passing through, may stand in this place and find Justice."
The gathered crowd hailed with fervor the man who would now hold the judicial destiny of our land.
It is certain that wrongdoers will see in this institution a barrier to their misdeeds.
May the Lord guide the hand of Judge Taylor, and may Reytac flourish under the protection of Law and Order.
Terry Watson
Election Day: the citizens of Reytac to the polls ! : November 7, 1848
Election Day: the citizens of Reytac to the polls!
Today marks a key moment for our nation! The people of Reytac are heading to the polls to elect the next president of the United States.
This year, the competition is shaping up to be tough between General Zachary Taylor, representing the Whig Party, and Senator Lewis Cass,
the voice of the Democratic Party.
The debate that divides our community, as well as the entire country, concerns the issue of the expansion of slavery into new territories.
Mr. Cass argues that each state should be able to decide on this matter, while General Taylor, although a slaveowner,
remains vague on his political position.
On the other hand, former president Martin Van Buren, candidate of the Free Soil Party, firmly defends the prohibition of slavery in the new western lands.
Last night, under the flickering lamps of the town hall, the supporters of each candidate held their final rally. Mayor Abraham Reytac,
after voting at dawn, reminded everyone of the importance of this election :
"Let everyone make their voice heard, for this is how the future of our country will be shaped!"
The counting of the votes will begin tomorrow, but the final results will not be known until the coming weeks.
Reytac News will keep you informed of the results as soon as the news arrives in our town.
May God guide our nation in these times of decisive choices !
Jeremy Lance
Great Escape: The Conneli Brothers on the Run ! : May 22, 1860
Great Escape: The Conneli Brothers on the Run !
Reytac wakes up under the sign of worry and vigilance :
the infamous Conneli brothers, guilty of the worst atrocities, have escaped their rightful punishment and are now roaming in the wild nature
of the desert.
On the night of May 21-22, while the Palm Springs prison slept under the moon, Abel, Syrius, and Albertus Conneli carried out what seems
to be a meticulously prepared escape.
Taking advantage of a guard change, they knocked out a jailer, slitting his throat mercilessly before stealing his keyring.
According to the first testimonies gathered by the authorities, the three criminals then crossed the inner courtyard, climbed the perimeter wall using
a makeshift rope, and vanished into the darkness of the desert.
The Conneli brothers, whose name alone sends shivers down the spine, are known for their bloody deeds.
In 1858, these scoundrels slaughtered a settler family west of San Bernardino, sparing neither the children nor the poor wife,
whom they outrageously violated before killing her.
Captured after a grueling manhunt, they had been sentenced to hanging, a sentence that was to be carried out next week.
Alas, fate seems to have granted them an impious reprieve.
Upon hearing of their escape, Sheriff Ezekiel Marsh gathered his men and launched a search around the main roads. Aware of the danger they pose,
he also ordered the citizens of Reytac to remain on high alert. "These men are dangerous, armed, cunning, and ruthless.
Let everyone keep their rifle close and lock their doors at nightfall," he declared with the gravity that characterizes him.
The fugitives may seek refuge in the surrounding canyons or attempt to reach the Mexican border.
Some fear that they may venture into Reytac to seize food supplies or even take hostages.
Riders have been sent to the most remote outposts to watch for any suspicious movement.
In town, terror mixes with anger.
"We saw these demons captured once, we will see them hanged, sooner or later," hammered Simon Fire, one of the former members
of the town council. Others fear a potential bloodbath if the Conneli brothers are cornered.
But one thing is certain: the population of Reytac will not be intimidated.
Anyone who spots these criminals is ordered not to act alone but to immediately inform the sheriff’s office.
Anyone assisting them will be treated as an accomplice and prosecuted with the utmost severity. Western justice will not falter.
The desert is vast, but no one can escape forever.
Naomi Kimble
Eliza Porter: A Mother's Cry of Suffering : November 15, 1857
Eliza Porter: A Mother's Cry of Suffering : November 15, 1857
The town of Reytac sinks deeper into fear and desolation.
Since the tragic discovery of the body of Gwendolyn Porter, the innocent ten-year-old child, no one could have imagined that the mourning would take such a terrifying turn.
Mrs. Eliza Porter, her poor mother, is no longer living.
Or rather, she wanders, a ghost of herself, consumed by a pain so brutal that it seems she has lost all connection with reason.
For several nights, her shadow flickers under the pale light of the streetlamps, her feet dragging along the cobblestones, her thin hands pounding
on doors with a frenzy that chills the blood. Her scream echoes through the deserted alleys, an unbearable lament :
“She’s here! I saw her! My daughter is alive! They buried her alive! Help me! Help me!”
Those who dared to open their doors will never forget her face: eyes darkened, wild, a mouth twisted in anguish, cheeks hollowed by grief and insomnia.
She screams, begs, demands that her poor daughter’s coffin be unearthed, that the grave be reopened, that they return her to her !
Sheriff Ezekiel Marsh, accompanied by a few men, tried to calm her, to convince her to return home, but nothing works.
Mrs. Porter no longer listens to reason. Her mourning has turned into obsession, into delirium, and every night she returns, pounding, screaming, sobbing, waking the entire town in a silent terror.
The inhabitants of Reytac no longer dare to speak aloud about the matter.
Some whisper that Eliza Porter has lost her mind, that the pain has consumed her to the point of driving her mad.
Others, more superstitious, begin to tremble: what if she’s telling the truth ?
What if Gwendolyn wasn’t dead when they buried her underground ?
What if the little girl had scratched, scratched, until her nails broke, until the silence fell for good ?
The idea is too monstrous to be spoken aloud, but it spreads, seeping like poison into minds.
What really happened that night ?
Who placed Gwendolyn’s body on the cold floor of the station ?
Was she really lifeless ?
The town is plunged into a growing anxiety.
The burial of the little girl was supposed to mark the end of the nightmare, but it is only just beginning.
Luke Duck
The death of young gwendolyn porter : drama at reytac station : November 2, 1857
drama at reytac station: the death of young gwendolyn porter
A highly significant incident occurred at the Reytac train station construction site, shaking the entire town and plunging its residents
into unprecedented sorrow.
As the workers arrived at the construction site, one of them made a macabre discovery, one that would instill fear in the hearts of all.
Indeed, in the heart of the train station construction site, inside the main building, lay the lifeless body of a ten-year-old girl named Gwendolyn Porter,
a well-known child in the village.
The horrific discovery was immediately reported, and an overwhelming fear seized the workers and the entire population.
The body of young Gwendolyn was found under circumstances that can only be described as mysterious.
No obvious signs of violence were found, but the cause of her death remains, for now, entirely unclear.
The emotion among the residents is great, as they struggle to understand how such a misfortune could have befallen such an innocent soul.
Immediately, Mayor Lubert Taylor decided to open a thorough investigation to shed light on what might have been an accidental tragedy or, alas,
a malicious act.
The sheriff, assisted by the local authorities, is on-site to examine every corner of the construction area, searching for any clue that could shed light
on this tragedy.
Calm and reason must prevail in this difficult time to allow investigators to carry out their work effectively.
As for the family of the late Gwendolyn, they are plunged into unfathomable grief, and for now, no public statement has been made.
The entire community remains united, hoping that justice will be served and that the truth will finally come to light.
The soul of Reytac, shaken by this tragedy, will unite to mourn this young life cut short so prematurely. In the days to come,
it is hoped that the investigation will reveal what truly happened and that the village will finally find a semblance of peace in this time of turmoil.
The residents are gathering in thoughts and prayers for the grieving Porter family, hoping that the darkness of this tragedy will soon give way
to the light of truth.
Jeremy Lance
Remarkable Progress on the Reytac Train Station Construction : October 21, 1857
Remarkable Progress on the Reytac Train Station Construction
There are news that cannot escape the curious eyes and attentive souls, and the progress of the works at the train station in our dear city
of Reytac is one of those.
Indeed, anyone walking through our streets, whether a longtime citizen or a passing visitor, can easily observe the imposing structure
of the main building of the station, now proudly standing against the autumn sky.
With its robust and solid roof, it presents a spectacle of progress and ambition to the astonished onlookers.
The work progresses, and this is a cause for great joy for all those who believe in the bright future of our city.
However, one particular detail caught the attention of the workers during their tasks. Indeed, during the excavations in the foundations of the site,
several very ancient stones were found, stones bearing mysterious symbols, of a nature that could be described as enigmatic.
These engravings, entirely unexpected, left those who discovered them perplexed.
The mayor, with calmness and serenity, assured that these troubling remains would not undermine the solidity and safety of the construction site.
It should be noted that, despite this strange discovery, the work continues without hindrance.
Thus, the workers now focus on the next phase of this grand project: the laying of the rails.
These, already ordered, will arrive in the coming month, which will give a decisive boost to the work. Mayor Lubert Taylor,
as confident and enthusiastic as ever, expressed his optimism, assuring that everything would proceed on schedule and that the city of Reytac would soon have a modern and functional train station.
Morale, he stated, is stronger than ever, and the workers, carried away by their dedication, are more motivated than ever to bring this project to completion.
As the train station takes shape and the rails begin to appear on the horizon, the city of Reytac is looking toward a future of rapid growth,
a future that promises to be marked by the arrival of this monument to progress.
Terry Watson
The Reytac Station, Doomed to Oblivion : 1st December 1857
The Reytac Station, Doomed to Oblivion
A wind of fatality has swept over Reytac on this first day of December.
This morning, the news struck the village like an irreversible sentence : the transport network intended to lay the rails was brutally sabotaged.
The overturned carts, shattered planks, and gutted crates...
The witnesses to this act of destruction could do nothing but stand, stunned, at the scale of the disaster.
In the face of this unfortunate adversity, Mayor Lubert Taylor, his face grim and soul burdened by months of hardship,
urgently called for a town council meeting.
The city's coffers are drained, the hopes of completing the station project are dwindling, and, more than that, a quiet terror now grips the hearts
of the residents.
For who could deny the heavy shadow that has hung over this enterprise since its inception ?
The tragic death of little Gwendolyn Porter haunts every stone, every beam of this unfinished station.
Some already whisper that fate itself is opposed to its completion, that the blood spilled has forever tainted the work.
Thus, on this fateful day, the decision was made: the Reytac station project will be abandoned.
The workers, tired and superstitious, received the news with a strange mix of relief and dread.
For no one can say whether this place, condemned to incompleteness, will fall into oblivion or if, on the contrary, it will continue to attract fearful glances and tales of misfortune.
After long debates, Mayor Lubert Taylor and the town's notables reached a final decision: the station's main structure will remain standing,
frozen in time, as a tribute to little Gwendolyn.
It is said that this unfinished building will be a testament to a tragic story, a monument raised in memory of a child taken too soon from life.
Perhaps it will serve to remind future generations that no one is ever safe from misfortune.
Some residents, including the town's elder, explain that the incomplete station will become a cursed sanctuary, a place where Gwendolyn's soul will wander forever, refusing to rest until the truth of her death is revealed.
Will the unfinished walls forever echo her lost laughter ?
Only the night, perhaps, will know the answer.
Helen Mills
The birth of Reytac News: a gazette for a promising city : June 11, 1823
The birth of Reytac News: a gazette for a promising city
People of Reytac, rejoice, for before your eyes is born a grand enterprise: the Reytac News gazette !
This newspaper, the first and only one in these arid lands, will now serve as the faithful witness of our development, the messenger of our hopes,
and the guardian of the news that will animate our young city.
This noble initiative comes from none other than Mister Abraham Reytac, the founding father of our town, whose wisdom and enlightened vision
are beyond question.
This prosperous businessman, once the master of numerous mines and an influential figure in bustling metropolises, grew weary of the city’s fury
and the tumult of the crowds.
Thus, in search of peace and renewal, he decided to establish a flourishing community in the heart of the Palm Springs desert.
Accompanied by his wife, Mistress Beth Taylor, and a team of architects and builders, he laid the first stone of Reytac on February 5th of this year.
Today, after only four months, our town already boasts more than a thousand hardworking souls who have come from all corners of the country seeking refuge, commerce, and prosperity.
In light of this rapid expansion, Mister Reytac deemed it essential to provide our community with a press organ, a guarantor of culture, knowledge,
and sharing.
Thus, Reytac News will have the mission of faithfully reporting on our city’s progress, official announcements from the town hall, business opportunities,
major events, and the stories of passing travelers.
The editorial team, dedicated to its task, will strive to gather and report facts with the rigor and honesty befitting our emerging city.
As Reytac establishes itself as a beacon of hope amid the dunes, may this gazette become the voice of its people and the testimony of its future greatness !
May God bless Reytac, and long live Reytac News !
Terry Watson
The summer fair: a must-attend event for the residents of reytac : Edition of June 20, 1838
The summer fair: a must-attend event for the residents of reytac
Republic of California, Reytac County
With the arrival of the beautiful days and the promise of a generous summer, the residents of Reytac are preparing to celebrate, as every year,
the traditional Summer Fair, which will take place on the Grand Square from June 23 to 25.
This gathering, eagerly awaited by both young and old, promises to delight visitors with the diversity of its stalls, the richness of its entertainments,
and the warmth of its encounters.
From the dawn of the first day, the local producers will display the fruits of their labor.
Among the carefully arranged stalls, visitors will find golden wheat from nearby farms, seasonal vegetables with delicate fragrances,
fabrics woven by the skilled hands of our artisans, as well as fragrant honey harvested from the hills of Willow Creek.
Food lovers will also be able to taste the famous apple pies from Miss Eleanor's Oven, whose reputation extends beyond the county borders.
But a fair would not be complete without its games and shows! This year, once again, the organizers have planned many attractions: horse races,
horseshoe throwing contests, and traditional dance demonstrations will liven up the Grand Square throughout the festivities.
The arrival of the Great Thomas Whittaker, bear tamer and public entertainer, whose performances captivate crowds from Sacramento to Monterey,
is also announced.
The festivities will conclude, as is customary, with a grand countryside ball under the lanterns, where ladies in muslin dresses
and gentlemen in Sunday attire will dance to the tunes of the tireless Mister O'Reilly's violin.
Whether one comes for the food, the games, or the reunions, everyone will find something to delight their heart and soothe their spirit at the Reytac fair.
There is no doubt that this edition will, once again, be a success that will be talked about for a long time around the fire.
Terry Watson
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