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The Last Supper at MidnightThe Last Supper at Midnight The lunch counter was on a corner that three organizations wanted and nobody owned. "The Last Supper" was painted on the window in letters that had once been white and were now the color of old teeth. Inside, the fluorescent lights hummed at a frequency that made your teeth ache if you sat near them long enough. Kay Hudson stood at the grill on the third night of...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 AnteprimaEffettua l'accesso per mettere mi piace, condividere e commentare!
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Her cigarette burned down to the filter between her fingers. She did not notice.The rain fell on Los Angeles like a curtain of needles, turning the neon signs of Hollywood Boulevard into smears of color on wet glass. Lorene Black sat in her parked sedan across from the soundstage, watching the building through a windshield that needed washing and a mind that needed something stronger than coffee. Inside that building, they had Dr. Lecter. And Lorene knew, with the...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 3 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Parity GameThe city of Veridia was a mirror, split down the middle by a wall of reinforced steel and laser grids. To the East was the Solarate, a corporate utopia of efficiency; to the West was the Lunarate, a sprawling industrial hive. The two states existed in a state of "Tense Parity," a fragile peace managed by The Treaty. The Treaty required that both states maintain an identical "Stability Index"—a...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 3 Views 0 Anteprima
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The man in the gray suitThe rain was falling on Los Angeles the way it always fell—hard, indifferent, with the kind of persistence that suggested the city was being punished for something it couldn't remember doing. Thomas Gray watched it from the window of his office on Sunset Boulevard, drinking coffee from a paper cup that had gone cold twenty minutes ago. His office was exactly what you would expect from a private...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 3 Views 0 Anteprima
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What the Coroner Did Not WriteThe official death certificate for Sir Arthur Blackthorn, registered at the county office on February the seventh, lists the cause of death as cardiac arrest due to natural causes. It is signed by Dr. Edmund Aldridge and countersigned by the coroner, a man named Horace Pembleton who had been performing this duty for twenty-two years and who prided himself on the clarity and concision of his...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Patient from BelowACT I Dr. Henry Blackwood's clinic was on Harley Street, in a building that had been a townhouse before someone with money and no taste turned it into a medical practice. The waiting room smelled of carbolic acid and lavender—two smells that had been mixed together by someone who thought they complemented each other but in fact created an odor that was worse than either alone. Blackwood sat in...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 3 Views 0 Anteprima
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ACT IDr. Julian Frost found his own biography in a Taiping archival document, written in 1854—twenty years before he was born. The discovery happened on a Tuesday, in the imperial archives of Tianjing, where Julian had spent the last three months cataloging rebel propaganda and religious texts for his forthcoming Oxford publication. He was thirty-two, a man of meticulous habits and rational...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 4 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Soul ErosionThe humidity of the Georgia summer was a physical weight, smelling of damp earth and the slow rot of the Magnolia trees. I walked through the halls of Blackwood Manor, my boots clicking on the mahogany floors that seemed to absorb the light. In my pocket, the iron key felt cold, an unnatural chill that seeped through my trousers and into my skin. I had inherited the key from my father, who had...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 6 Views 0 Anteprima
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Title: The Gilded Joke(V-09: New York Modernism / Satirical Intensification) The penthouse of the la l'Avenue was a cathedral of excess, and Julian was its most devoted heretic. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the New York traffic below look like a slow-motion parade of ants. He was twenty-two, and he possessed the cynical soul of a man who had already been erased by the city. In a previous...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 6 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Frequency of PeaceThe Frequency of Peace ACT I The speakeasy on West 47th Street smelled of gin and cigarette smoke and the particular desperation that characterized the Jazz Age. Thomas Whitmore sat in a corner booth, nursing a bourbon that cost more than his weekly salary at Princeton, listening to a saxophone player who was very good and very drunk. Around him, flappers danced with men who wore their wealth...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2 Views 0 Anteprima
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Fire and IcePart I: The Setting Silas Durand sat on his porch and felt the pain in his knee. It was June 20th, 1954, eight hours before the summer solstice. The temperature was ninety-eight degrees with humidity so thick that breathing felt like drinking warm water. In Ash Bend, Mississippi, the air did not surround you. It pressed against you, an insistence, a demand. His knee ached because a piece of...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 8 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Magnolia and the FloodTell it again. Tell it the way it was, or the way it might have been, which in this country is the same thing, because the past here does not recede—it lies down in the mud and waits. Magnolia Duval was born in 1903, in the big house at Duval Landing, which sat on a bluff above the river and had been in the family since before the Louisiana Purchase, which was to say since before the land had...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 3 Views 0 Anteprima
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