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The Price of BrassAugustus Pembroke had been Cornelius Vanderbilt III's private secretary for eleven years, and in that time he had learned to read the man like a ticker tape. Not his words — Cornelius lied as naturally as he breathed — but his shoulders. When the left one crept toward his ear by a quarter inch, a deal was about to sour. When both dropped an inch and his neck softened, he had decided to trust...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 1 Ansichten 0 BewertungenBitte loggen Sie sich ein, um liken, teilen und zu kommentieren!
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The Last CoilArthur Pemberton found the glass eye in the dead snake's mouth and laughed. It was small and shiny and round, like a bead, and it caught the morning light through the rookery window in a way that made it look like a jewel. Arthur had never seen a jewel. But he had seen men in pubs throw down money that was worth more than his entire existence, so he assumed a glass eye from a dead snake was...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 3 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The House of Seven SunsThe House of Seven Suns By Z R Zhang Act I: The Preacher's Vision The summer of 1954 was the hottest one Oakhaven, Mississippi had seen in forty years. The heat sat on the town like a damp wool blanket—inescapable, suffocating, and slowly driving everyone in it a little mad. Pastor Silas Fowler sat in his study on the second floor of the house he had inherited from his father and his father...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 4 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Static Echoes of LakeviewTom Harper moved into Lakeview Apartments on a Monday, carrying a suitcase that held the distilled residue of a life spent in the margins. At sixty-seven, Tom was a man of quiet, steady erosion. Forty years of flipping burgers and taking orders in a fast-food kitchen had left him with a specific kind of invisibility—the kind that allows a person to stand in a room for a decade without ever...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 2 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Thing About AnnaACT ONE: THE TRAILER The trailer cost four hundred dollars a month. Not because it was good. Because it was the cheapest thing on the park, and Anna needed cheap. She signed the lease with a pen that didn't work half the time. The landlord, a woman named Denise with arms like rope and a voice like gravel, told her the rules: no pets, no men overnight, pay by the third or leave by the fifth....0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 9 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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What Thomas HeardThe market opened at nine-thirty on a Monday in March, 2019, and by ten-fifteen Thomas Reed had already made three mistakes and lost forty thousand dollars. He did not feel surprised. He felt exactly what he felt every morning: a low-grade hum of anxiety that sat in his chest like a stone he had swallowed and could not digest. He was thirty-four years old and worked on the forty-second floor of...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 6 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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THE DRY STATICACT I: THE BOOT (20%) The boot was a left foot. Size nine. Leather, cracked at the ankle, the toe scuffed from walking over things that weren't pavement. Billy found it on Day 1, in the dust in front of a building that used to be a shop. He picked it up, turned it over in his hands, put it in his pack. He didn't know why. It was just a boot. But it was a boot with a story, and Billy liked...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 6 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The RevelationThe Revelation The oak tree had been there longer than anyone in town could remember. It stood at the edge of Silas Winslow's property, a massive thing whose branches spread wide enough to shade the folding table he set up beneath it every Thursday and Saturday. The table was plain pine, scarred by decades of use, and on it lay a Bible—thick, leather-bound, its pages yellowed with age—and a...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 6 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Nile ConfessionThe Nile Confession You're playing Bach to Egyptians, Marcus. They don't even have Bach in their culture. The words hit him like a well-aimed rock, except it was a word-rock and Marcus Delaney was too tired to dodge. He looked up from his cello and found himself looking at a woman who was looking at him with an expression that sat somewhere between amusement and contempt. She was maybe...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 9 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Midnight FarmI I bought the farm because it was cheap and nobody else wanted it. That should have been my first warning. In California, there is always somebody who wants something, even if it's just the right to watch you lose it. The Central Valley stretched out around me like a flat brown ocean, endless and empty and full of things I did not want to know about. The house was a single room with a tin roof...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 12 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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What The Machine HearsWhat The Machine Hears The shift started at eleven and ended at seven, which meant Sam had nine hours to stand on her feet, serve people who wanted burgers that cost less than a dollar each, and try not to fall asleep while doing it. She was twenty-four, and she had been working at the burger place for eleven months. Before that, she had worked at a warehouse on the South Side for six. Before...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 10 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Last Beacon of ReasonThe Jazz Age in New York was a fever dream of gold and gin, a glittering mask worn by a city that had forgotten how to mourn. Elias, a young diplomat with a penchant for old poetry and a dangerous amount of idealism, walked through the parties of the elite like a ghost in a garden of neon. He believed in a world where reason could temper power, where the law was a shield for the weak rather...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 1 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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