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  • The Amber Formula
    The Amber FormulaThe rain in Manhattan didn't fall so much as hover—a fine suspension of grey droplets that existed in the air like a question nobody had answered. Julian Ashworth stood at his apartment window in Midtown and watched it hang there, suspended between the buildings, and thought about how beautiful uncertainty was when you weren't the one living inside it.He was thirty-one,瘦削,...
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  • The Keeper of Lost Souls
    The fog that night was the colour of bruised flesh, thick enough to swallow a man whole. I pulled my coat tighter and walked through the narrow alleys of Whitechapel, the cobblestones slick with rain and something darker. Seven years inside Newgate had taught me to read a city the way other men read books. Every shadow had meaning. Every sound told a story. The letter that had brought me to...
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  • The House at the End of the Radio Range
    The antenna rose from the cotton field like the skeleton of some enormous creature that had been dragged from the sea and left to bleach in the Mississippi sun. It was thirty feet tall at its highest point, a parabola of rusted steel and salvaged radar parts, angled toward the sky with an intention that made the townspeople uncomfortable. Old Man Silas Thorne had been building it for ten...
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  • The Woman in the Corner
    Maggie O'Sullivan had been working in New York houses for twenty-five years. She had cleaned up after senators and stockbrokers and socialites and immigrants who made more money in a week than Maggie earned in a year. She had seen every kind of madness money could buy, and she had learned the most important rule of her profession: never ask questions, never get involved, and never, ever believe...
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  • Blood and Magnolias
    Magnolia Hall did not so much stand on the land as lean against it, the way a dying person leans against a wall that will not hold them. The porch sagged on its left side, where the pillars had rotted from the inside out, swollen with moisture and then collapsed, leaving the veranda to tilt like a ship taking on water. The magnolia trees that gave the estate its name had grown wild and tangled,...
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  • The Pattern in the Mind
    Dr. Adrian Cross stood at the front of the lecture hall and watched the audience file in, and he did what he always did at the beginning of a semester: he counted them. Not because he cared about enrollment numbers—he did, but not in the way that administrators cared, in the way that gardeners care about the number of seeds they have before they know which ones will sprout and which ones will...
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  • The Engineer
    The Engineer's Last Shift The numbers on the ionosphere monitor were wrong. Mike Callahan knew this the way a mechanic knows an engine is misfiring—by sound, by feel, by twenty-two years of knowing exactly what every machine in the Brooklyn coal plant was supposed to do. The monitor sat in the corner of the control room, a World War II-era device that had been installed to track atmospheric...
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  • The Starlight Strain
    I first heard about the deaths at a jazz club on West Forty-Sixth Street. It was October 1924, and the rain had been falling on Manhattan for three days straight. The club was called The Velvet Note, a basement establishment behind an unmarked door on Seventh Avenue. I had been sent there by the editor to write a piece on the new dance craze—the Charleston, or whatever it was called this week....
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  • Blood and Magnolias
    Magnolia Hall did not so much stand on the land as lean against it, the way a dying person leans against a wall that will not hold them. The porch sagged on its left side, where the pillars had rotted from the inside out, swollen with moisture and then collapsed, leaving the veranda to tilt like a ship taking on water. The magnolia trees that gave the estate its name had grown wild and tangled,...
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  • The Archive of Whispers
    (Act I: The Forbidden Shelf) The village of Oakhaven was a place where the fog never lifted and the clocks always ran slow. Julian was the town's only librarian, a man who preferred the company of dead authors to living neighbors. He spent his days in the basement of the Great Library, a subterranean labyrinth of leather-bound secrets. He was obsessed with the "Chronicles of the Void," a series...
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  • The Starlight Ambition
    The bridge at Long Island groaned under the weight of steel and sweat, and Tommy O'Sullivan wiped his forehead with a sleeve that had been white three months ago and was now the colour of dust. Below him, the East River moved like a dark ribbon, indifferent to the men who were building something that would span it. "Keep those rivets hot, O'Sullivan!" the foreman shouted from the other side....
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  • The Starlight Fleet
    The jazz band had just finished a set when Nicholas Sterling first spoke the words that would haunt him for the rest of his life. He was sitting at a corner table in the Cotton Club, a glass of gin between his hands, listening to Louis Armstrong's trumpet weave through the smoke and the laughter and the clinking of glasses. The gin was cheap, but the music was priceless, and for a moment,...
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