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The Ash of BetrayalThe wind in Oakhaven didn't blow; it screamed. It was a town built on the edge of a plateau in the American Midwest, a place where the soil was thin and the grudges were deep. Samuel had been the anchor of the town, a man of few words and a farm that had survived three depressions and a dozen droughts. Elias had been the same as the wind—unwanted and drifting—until Samuel had found him...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 4 Views 0 Vista previaPlease log in to like, share and comment!
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The Brass GavelChicago, 1947. The rain hadn't stopped for eleven days. Tommy Briggs sat in his office above a beef-packing plant on the Near West Side, watching the water pool in the alley and thinking about whether the gong was real or whether he had finally cracked. Three days ago, a man named O'Malley had come to his door with a proposition: Tommy's gong could settle the dockworkers' strike. All Tommy had...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 2 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Last TranslationIron Creek, Pennsylvania, 1987 The diary sat on Frank's workbench between a socket wrench and a can of lukewarm beer. He had been meaning to move it for three days but had not gotten around to it. It was not important enough to move and not unimportant enough to throw away. That was the problem with things like that. They existed in a space between important and unimportant that was very easy...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 4 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Compliance RecordThe Compliance Record Unit-7 knew this the way he knew the weight of a data stream in his hands—he knew something that had been handed down to him since before he had the words to question why. He stood at the edge of his console and watched the system take the last of the citizen's individuality and scatter it across the compliance algorithm like a machine scattering ground meal on a stone...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 5 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Patient from BelowThe asylum had been closed for twenty years before the Sleep came, but the children of Boston knew it by reputation the way children know about forbidden places: through whispers and warnings and the peculiar silence that falls over a room when someone mentions the Holloway Asylum in a voice that suggests they have been told not to speak of it at all. Theo Ashworth had never been inside. He was...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 4 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Keeper of the In-BetweenThe man who maintained the chamber was not Arthur Wentworth. Arthur came and went, bringing books and promises, but the maintenance fell to a man whose name appeared nowhere in the records. His name was Tobias Marsh, and he had been Dr. Greene's assistant before the doctor fled to Geneva. He was twenty-three years old when Isabel Wentworth was lowered into the vault. He was fifty-six when the...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 5 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Gilded CauldronI The party was exactly the kind of party Silas Ashworth hated: a room full of people who had never earned anything pretending that everything they had was deserved. He stood at the edge of the ballroom on the forty-second floor of his father's building in midtown Manhattan, holding a glass of champagne he did not want to drink, watching Roger Vanderbilt dance with a girl whose name he did not...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 4 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Luxury of DustThe colony on Kepler-186f was a triumph of minimalism. The buildings were smooth, white spheres of carbon-fiber, floating above a landscape of grey dust and violet skies. There was no hunger, no disease, and no death. The 'Stasis-Field' maintained every citizen in a state of biological equilibrium. Age was a forgotten concept. The colonists had lived for three centuries, their minds expanded by...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 5 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Ivory Tower GameThe halls of Sterling College were lined with mahogany and the hushed whispers of the next generation's ruling class. Dean Sterling did not teach economics; he taught the architecture of influence. To the public, he was a visionary educator; to his inner circle, he was the Grandmaster of a game where the pieces were human lives. Sterling's "Protégé Program" was the most coveted invitation in...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 7 Views 0 Vista previa
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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 Commentarios 0 Acciones 4 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Well of IceI The Spanish moss hung from the oaks like the gray beards of dead men, and Thomas Sutpen III stood at the edge of the swamp and felt the weight of three centuries pressing down on his shoulders. Ice House Plantation was dying. It had been dying since the war, since the cotton money ran out, since the last of the Sutpen men died in a duel over a woman neither of them actually loved. Now there...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 5 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Double Life of Thomas VanceThomas Vance opened the bookshop at nine in the morning and he closed it at six in the evening and he did exactly the same thing every day for three years. He straightened the books. He wiped the counter. He drank tea from a cup that said World's Best Bookseller in letters that were chipped and fading. He watched the people walk past the window and he thought about nothing. This was exactly...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 9 Views 0 Vista previa
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