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The Sentinel of Submerged Silence - Variant 7 (Emotional Resonance)This is a deep literary adaptation using the Emotional Resonance model. Arthur Pendelton's existence was defined by the rhythmic dripping of the subterranean world. Arthur Pendelton woke to the sound of dripping water and the low hum of the telegraph apparatus. The air in the Thames-side facility tasted of rust and river mud, thick as the fog that pressed against the reinforced glass of the...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 0 Views 0 Vista previaPlease log in to like, share and comment!
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THE DARK CIRCUITThe radio in the break room had been broken for three weeks and Jack Murdock kept meaning to fix it and kept not meaning to fix it, which was typical of Jack Murdock—he kept meaning to do things and kept not doing them, which was how you ended up thirty-four years old, drafted into a war you didn't understand, fixing electrical equipment in a hole beneath the earth. "Come on, you old bitch," he...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 0 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Cracking of Harper VossHarper Voss first felt the pressure on a Tuesday in November, when the radiator in her Upper East Side walk-up began its seasonal hiss. She was twenty-two years old, freelance, and her income depended entirely on how well she could render the faces of people who did not exist. She drew characters for young adult book covers and mobile game splash screens, and she was good at it, but she had...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 1 Views 0 Vista previa
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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 Commentarios 0 Acciones 0 Views 0 Vista previa
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THE DEEP LEDGERACT I: THE WOMAN IN FUR (20%) The office smelled like old paper, old whiskey, and old mistakes. Frank Callahan liked it that way. It reminded him that everything in this city had a history, and most of those histories involved someone doing something they couldn't take back. The door opened without a knock. Frank looked up from his desk. The woman standing in the doorway was dressed in black...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 0 Views 0 Vista previa
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The jazz of fading starsThe music was dying, and nobody wanted to admit it. Not in New York, where the music was everything. Not in Chicago, where the music was the only thing. And certainly not in Julian Ashford, who had spent the last five years composing jazz that made people dance because they were afraid of what would happen when the music stopped. It was 1925, and the city was drowning in its own prosperity....0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 1 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Optimization of ClaireClaire's life was a series of perfect right angles. Her apartment in Midtown was a study in grey and white; her coffee was exactly 165 degrees; her reports for the firm were flawless. She was the most efficient analyst in New York, a woman who had turned her existence into a finely tuned machine. Then she noticed the glitch. Every Tuesday at 3:14 PM, the elevator in her building would stop for...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 1 Views 0 Vista previa
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V The Covenant of CareThe community meeting was held in the basement of the St. Bartholomew's church on East Eighty-Third Street, and it was the largest gathering of residents that I had ever seen, which was saying something, because by November of nineteen hundred and nine, the basement of St. Bartholomew's was usually full of people. The temperance society met there on Tuesdays. The women's auxiliary met there on...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 10 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Stone of Clear CreekThe Stone of Clear Creek Act I: The Catch The溪 ran through Glen Coe like a silver scar, cutting through black rock and green peat in a line so straight it looked drawn by a ruler. Iain MacLeag knew every bend of it because he had fished every bend of it since he was six years old. At fourteen, he could throw a line into any stretch of water and expect something—trout, char, sometimes a small...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 11 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Silence Between the LinesI. The diner was called Sally's, though Sally had retired ten years ago and the place was owned by a man named Peters who nobody called Old Man anymore because he was just old, not anybody's man. Frank Delaney sat in the same booth every Tuesday and Thursday at 5:30 in the evening. He ordered black coffee, which Peters brought without asking, and he sat for about an hour, looking out the window...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 11 Views 0 Vista previa
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THE WEIGHT OF NOTHING### Act I: The Spark Ethan Cross stood in the supermarket aisle for twelve minutes before making a decision. The decision was about cereal. There were fourteen brands on the shelf, from store-brand corn flakes at three dollars a box to artisanal granola at nine dollars, and Ethan was trying to choose one. Not because he was hungry—hunger was not the issue. The issue was that each choice carried...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 15 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Crystallization of Lady Eileen WorstheimThe human heart, like any physical system, possesses a latent heat of dissolution — a precise temperature at which its internal order collapses and reorganizes into something fundamentally different. For Lady Eileen Worstheim, that temperature was reached on the twentieth of December, 1888, at precisely a quarter past eleven in the evening, when she stood before the assembled members of the...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 10 Views 0 Vista previa
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