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The Weight of the SkilletThe bicycle was old and rusted and had a chain that needed constant adjustment, but Arthur Pemberton had learned to listen to it, to feel the rhythm of its weaknesses through the pedals, the way a sailor feels the weaknesses of a ship. Each delivery was a conversation between the bike and the rider, a negotiation between human will and mechanical limitation, and Arthur had become fluent in that...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 0 Views 0 voorbeeldPlease log in to like, share and comment!
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The City That Never ForgetsAct I: The Setup The body was found in a third-floor walk-up on Mercer Street, face down in a puddle of something that wasn't rain. Detective Marcus Hale didn't need to look twice to know it was a woman—high heels, a pearl necklace, and a face that had been carved into someone else's features. The plastic surgery was amateur, the kind of thing a back-alley butcher in Chinatown could do with a...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 0 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The candlelight flickered across Eleanor's face as she sat at the piano, her fingers tracing the ...The candlelight flickered across Eleanor's face as she sat at the piano, her fingers tracing the same measures for the third time. The music was Chopin, or something close to it—her mother had insisted on lessons, on discipline, on the kind of refinement that made Whitmore daughters marriageable. But Eleanor's mind was elsewhere. It was at the charity gala, three nights ago, where she had seen...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 1 Views 0 voorbeeld
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A Respectable ConcernThe first thing Tariq Hassan noticed, in the fall of 2005, was that the invitations stopped coming. He had been in the History Department at Wellford College for fourteen years, had chaired the curriculum committee twice, had delivered the 2002 commencement address — the first Muslim to do so in the college's 138-year history — and had been, by any reasonable measure, a fixture. His book on...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 1 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The last light of New CarthageShe 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...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 0 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Archive of Cursed MemoriesArthur Blackwood first discovered the curse on a Tuesday in October, 1887. The air in the basement reading room of the British Museum carried the familiar scent of yellowed paper and binding glue, but that afternoon something else had entered the atmosphere—a faint sweetness, like opium smoke curling from a lamp that no one had lit. The parcel had arrived from Cairo that morning, wrapped in...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 1 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Patient from BelowThe 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...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 3 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Bureaucratic BeastAt 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...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 3 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The last light of New CarthageShe 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...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 3 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The last light of New CarthageShe 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...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 4 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Paper CageElias Vance was a ghost in a building full of ghosts. For twenty-two years, he had worked in the subterranean archives of New York City, a place where the air was a thick soup of dust and decomposing cellulose. He was the man who filed the things the city wanted to forget. His life was a series of gray rectangles: the gray of his cubicle, the gray of his suit, the gray of the fluorescent lights...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 4 Views 0 voorbeeld
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平行宇宙的相亲对象 - ParallelUniverseBlindDateThe 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...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 4 Views 0 voorbeeld
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