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The Mirror of Perfect FormSebastian Vane stood before the mirror and held the pose. His left leg was extended behind him, balanced on the ball of his foot, his arms raised and crossed at the wrists above his head, his chin tilted upward at exactly the angle Lord Ashworth had taught him: seventeen degrees, no more, no less. He had been holding this position for forty-three minutes. The morning light through the...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 ReviewsPlease log in to like, share and comment!
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The Signal BrokerThe Signal Broker Act I — The Spark The rain in New Shanghai had a taste to it—something like copper and burnt plastic, like licking a battery wrapped in cigarette ash. Jack Morrow had learned to identify the severity of the acid content by taste alone. Tonight's was medium-heavy, the kind that required a weather mask but wouldn't dissolve the soles of your shoes if you were careful. Jack...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
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The Iron SovereignMarcus stood at the apex of the Spire, the obsidian heart of New York's new order. Below him, the city was a grid of perfect, terrifying efficiency. There were no traffic jams, no protests, and no unplanned laughter. There was only the Core. As the High Archon of the Core, Marcus had made the only decision that mattered. When the Void Signal had arrived, warning of the coming erasure, the world...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
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The Gilded ElixirLondon, 1888. The fog clung to the cobblestones like a shroud, and in the gaslit corridors of Blackwood Manor, Lord Edmund Ashworth sat before his mirror and traced the line of his own aging face. Sixty years old, and his skin already bore the creases of a man twice his age. The physicians called it a constitutional weakness. Edmund knew the truth: he was born into the wrong century, into a...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
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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 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews
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THE SILVER VEILBampton, Yorkshire, 1888 The mist clung to the moors like a shroud, and in the narrow streets of Bampton, where the cobbles gleamed wet under gaslight and the wind carried the salt-tang of the North Sea, a woman arrived who would change everything. Her name was Lin Meiling, though she told people to call her Mary Lin. She came with two trunks and a small iron box of tools, renting the ground...0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews
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The Logic of the NooseLos Angeles in 1947 was a city of neon lies and rain-slicked asphalt. Leo Cassian sat in his office, the ceiling fan chopping the cigarette smoke into grey ribbons. Leo was a private eye with a hole where his heart should be. A car wreck three years ago had left him with a traumatic brain injury that did a very specific job: it deleted his fear. He didn't mind. Fear is expensive; it makes you...0 Comments 0 Shares 14 Views 0 Reviews
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The Ledger of Void(V-03: Noir Cynicism) The rain in New York didn't wash anything away; it just smeared the grime into a more permanent shade of grey. Marcus sat in his office on the 42nd floor, the city below looking like a circuit board designed by a sadist. He didn't deal in stocks or bonds—at least, not the kind you could find on Wall Street. Marcus dealt in "Existence Credits." Five years ago, a leak from a...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
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THE WOMAN IN THE CORNERThe data was supposed to be random. That was the whole point of Maya Torres's job at DataStream Analytics: take the raw numbers from government contracts, clean them, organize them, and make sure they looked random enough to pass a security audit. She was good at it. She had been good at it for six years, ever since she had dropped out of community college because her grandmother got sick and...0 Comments 0 Shares 13 Views 0 Reviews
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The Last Stand of the FallenThe sky of Planet Xylos was a bruised purple, torn apart by the jagged remnants of orbital rings. Below, the landscape was a graveyard of titanium and carbon-fiber, where the skeletal remains of cities lay half-buried in iridescent sand. Captain Valerius stood atop the highest peak of the Obsidian Range, his cloak snapping in the radioactive wind. He was the last of the Vanguard, the remnants...0 Comments 0 Shares 12 Views 0 Reviews
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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 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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The Observatory on Red MountainThe telescope was the size of a carriage and pointed at the sky like an accusation. Julian first noticed it on the way back from school—a white dome on top of the reddish hill that everyone in town just called Red Mountain, the dome cracked open on one side like a rotten egg, and inside it, through the crack, something big and silver and ridiculous pointing at clouds. "What's that?" Julian...0 Comments 0 Shares 13 Views 0 Reviews
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