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The factory whistle blew at six, and Eleanor Vance walked out into the New Jersey dawn with grease on her hands and a determination in her chest that had been forged over twenty-four years of hard living.
Her father had been dead six months. A press machine had not behaved, and neither had he. The...
The Rust-Belt Requiem
Detroit didn't die all at once; it eroded. It became a city of skeletons—steel skeletons of...
The Chrysalis Protocol
The Centaurus launched from a private dock in the Hudson River on a morning in October 1922, the...
The Man in the Corner
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The security booth at the old auto plant on Atlantic Avenue had three things going for it: a...
The Christmas Night Gambler
The fog rolled off the Thames like a shroud being drawn across the world. Arthur Pendelton pulled...