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  • The Coin That Would Not Be Spent
    The fog came in off the Irwell like a living thing, thick and yellow and smelling of coal smoke and river rot. Arthur Blackwell pulled his collar up and walked faster, though there was nowhere left to walk to. He had been running for three days. The accident at Mill Number Four had happened on a Tuesday. Seven children, all under twelve, caught in the carding machines. The inspector took his...
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  • What She Had Left
    The necklace was silver and thin. Denise found it in the pocket of a jacket she was taking to Vasquez's auto repair shop to be zipped. It was her mother's. Her mother had died when Denise was six, of something the doctors called heart failure and Denise's father called God's will, which is what men call everything they cannot fix. The necklace had been in her mother's jewelry box, a small...
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  • The Heir of Blackwood Library
    The gas lamps of London flickered like dying stars as Arthur Blackwood stood before the heavy oak door of his late uncle's townhouse in Bloomsbury. The key, cold and iron-heavy in his palm, had belonged to Professor Whitmore for forty years. Now it belonged to Arthur, whether he wanted it or not. The inheritance of a ruined noble family was not gold or land, but debt, dust, and a library that...
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  • The mansion on blackwood hill
    The house had been dying for one hundred and fifty years, and Atticus Blackwood was its last physician. Or perhaps its last mourner. He was not sure which. Blackwood Manor stood on a hill above the Savannah River in South Carolina, a sprawling Victorian structure of faded white pillars and purple ivy that had grown over the cracks like a scar tissue trying to hold the building together. The...
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  • The Omega Mirror
    (V-10: Epic Civilization Elegy) The Observer stood on the crystalline balcony of the Last Spire, looking out over a galaxy that had become a graveyard of light. He was the final curator of the Omega Mirror, a device that did not simulate the present, but calculated the absolute terminus of all possible evolutionary paths. For eons, the Great Convergence had been the goal of every sentient...
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  • What the Dust Knew
    The land did not remember the hands that had broken it. It remembered the plow. The plow was a McCormick-Deering No. 6, purchased new in the spring of 1928, when the sky was still blue and the soil was still black and a man named Luther Tolliver had believed, with the full force of his thirty-two years, that the earth would yield what he asked of it. The plow had cut the first furrow on a...
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  • THE EXPERIMENT
    I. The bone did not belong to anything on earth. Elias Voss knew this with the absolute certainty of a man who had spent forty-one years studying the structure of life at its most fundamental level. He held the specimen under the electron microscope at his lab at UC Berkeley, adjusting the focus with hands that had grown slightly unsteady since the controversy, and he watched as the spiral...
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  • The House of Spinning Doors
    The House of Spinning Doors I. The doors appeared in the attic on a Tuesday in November, when the fog came down from the ridge and settled over the Thorne plantation like a shroud. Elias had returned to the property because the bank was calling in loans and his uncle Jefferson had told him, in a letter written on thick cream paper with ink that cost more than most people in Jefferson County...
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  • The Anvil of Pi
    Act One: The Discovery The rain in Derbyshire had a way of getting into your bones that no wool sweater could keep out. Thomas Whitmore knew this better than most. At fifty-two, his joints ached with the damp, and the doctor had suggested London. London, where the fog was so thick you could spread it on bread. But Thomas had refused. There was work to be done here, in the dales, in the old铅...
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  • THE PATIENT FROM BELOW
    Dr. Arthur Voss could not remember how he had arrived at the hospital. This was not, strictly speaking, true. He remembered driving through Vienna on a February evening in 1896, the gas lamps casting amber pools on the wet cobblestones, the carriages bouncing over puddles that reflected the windows of the cafés where men sat drinking brandy and talking about the future of the Balkans. He...
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  • The Patient from Below
    Part I: The Lock Henri Leclerc was thirty-three years old, the youngest mathematics professor at the Ecole Normale Superieure in Paris, and in the spring of 1893 he was on the verge of a discovery that would have changed the course of mathematics. He had been working on hypergeometric functions—specifically, on a class of functions that extended the concept of infinity to higher dimensions. In...
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  • Sample V-03: The Concrete Jungle
    (Style: Noir/Hard-boiled) The rain in New York didn't wash anything away; it just turned the city into a grey smear. The "Quietude" had hit three years ago, a biological glitch that wiped out everyone over thirteen. Now, the city belonged to the wolves, and in this jungle, the youngest wolves were the hungriest. Jax didn't believe in rebuilding. Rebuilding was for the dreamers, and dreamers...
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