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  • The Patient from Below
    The voice started on a Tuesday, in the basement of Dr. Edward Blackwood's clinic in the town of Arkham, Massachusetts. Eddie was fifteen, brilliant and troubled in equal measure, and he had spent the last three years sitting on his father's examination table while his father examined other people's minds. His father was sitting in his armchair, conducting what should have been a routine session...
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  • The Bureaucratic Beast
    At the Department of Biological Standardization (DBS), the most dangerous thing was not the genetically modified chimeras, but the paperwork. Arthur Pringle was a Level 4 Compliance Officer, a man whose entire existence was defined by the correct use of staples and the precise margins of a memo. The "Project Cetacean" was, on paper, a masterpiece of efficiency. The goal was to create a...
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  • The last light of New Carthage
    She came to him on a night like any other—fog pressing against the gas lamps of the city, tide grinding itself against the limestone cliffs below the harbor. But this night, Arthur Blackwood was not himself. He had been awake for three days and two nights, pacing the stone floor of his study at Blackwood Manor, surrounded by pages of calculations that no sane man would believe. Then she...
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  • The last light of New Carthage
    She came to him on a night like any other—fog pressing against the gas lamps of the city, tide grinding itself against the limestone cliffs below the harbor. But this night, Arthur Blackwood was not himself. He had been awake for three days and two nights, pacing the stone floor of his study at Blackwood Manor, surrounded by pages of calculations that no sane man would believe. Then she...
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  • 平行宇宙的相亲对象 - ParallelUniverseBlindDate
    The Parallel Universe Blind Date#Chapter 1: What IfAt the blind date cafe, XiaMo was three minutes late.She pushed the door open, and froze. ShengQiShen sat by the window.'You too?' she said.Then the world changed. A transparent screen appeared floating in the air:[Parallel Universe Scanner Activated]And then she saw.Universe 1: What if the confession succeeded. Another XiaMo handing a pink...
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  • The Crystal Sleep
    The fog of the English countryside had a way of swallowing houses whole, and Blackwood Manor was no exception. It was a place of damp stone and whispering corridors, where the light always seemed to be filtered through a layer of grey silk. Isabella, a woman of science and solitude, spent her days in the conservatory, surrounded by minerals that glowed with an unnatural, pale light. She had...
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  • Deep Space Echo - The Star Compass
    Deep Space Echo - The Star Compass Batch 9 - Work ID 85815: Deep Space Echo Tensor: TI=7.0, M=[8.5, 2.0, 1.5, 9.0, 7.0, 7.5, 9.5, 8.0, 7.0, 9.5], theta=315.0° The Star Compass ACT I — THE DISCOVERY (1962-1966) Beijing, 1962. Chen Shouren was thirty years old. His name meant "one who guards the truth"—a name his father had given him with the hope that his son would be a man of principle in...
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  • The House of Broken Cisterns
    The House of Broken Cisterns The cistern had cracked, and Cora Beaumont stood beside it in the heat of a Mississippi June and listened to the water drip into empty space, because that is what cisterns do when they break: they hold what they were meant to hold until they cannot, and then they hold nothing, which is the same thing and not the same thing at all, because nothing has weight and...
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  • The Texture of Dust
    Mina's world was the size of a leaking shipping container. It smelled of damp cardboard and the metallic tang of recycled air. Her day consisted of three things: scrubbing the ventilation filters, feeding her brother a slurry of synthetic protein, and ignoring the sirens that wailed every hour from the surface. On the surface, the "Great War" was happening. The "Dimensional Strike" was coming....
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  • The Last Harvest at Montauk
    I The garden survived the war. That was the first thing Julian Ashworth noticed when he arrived in Montauk, in the autumn of 1919, with a duffel bag and a discharge paper and a hole in his chest where his enthusiasm used to be. He had expected ruin—fields churned by artillery, hedgerows reduced to splinters, the kind of devastation that made you want to lie down in the dirt and stay there. But...
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  • What the Evening Herald Archives Did Not Record
    The archives of the New York Evening Herald are housed in the basement of a municipal building in lower Manhattan, where the air smells of old paper and the fluorescent lights hum at a frequency that induces headaches in archivists and migraines in graduate students. The collection is incomplete, as all newspaper archives are incomplete, but the gaps in the Herald's records are not random. They...
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  • What We Talk About When We Talk About Scars
    ACT ONE: THE HOUSE The house smelled like wet cardboard and the inside of a refrigerator that hadn't been unplugged but also hadn't been used for anything since 2008. Melanie stood in the doorway of the kitchen and took it in—the way she took everything in at this house: briefly, without sentiment, the way a surveyor takes in a parcel of land before pricing it. Aunt Ruth was at the table,...
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