Debra Bennett

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2026-06-08 21:45:36 -

The Spirit of the Glen
The cabin smelled like pine resin and woodsmoke, which is to say it smelled like home and the kind of peace that makes men do foolish things. Jack Morrison stood behind the counter, flour dusting his forearms like a second skin, and watched Catherine O'Brien walk in through the door that now bore his name in hand-painted gold letters. "You look surprised," she said. "I'm always surprised when...

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2026-06-06 18:49:06 -

The House of Whitfield
The House of WhitfieldACT I: THE INVITATION (起势)The train from Chicago arrived in Oakhaven at four o'clock on a Tuesday in October, bringing with it Clara Bennett and the kind of hope that comes from having nothing left to lose. The station was a single wooden platform surrounded by cotton fields that had long since stopped producing anything worth harvesting. A sign reading WELCOME TO OAKHAVEN...

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2026-06-05 14:18:49 -

The Meridian of Hope
I. The iron box was smaller than Thomas Meridian expected it to be—smaller than the amount of dust inside it deserved. He had found it at the back of his grandfather's wardrobe in Peoria, wedged behind a row of moth-eaten coats that had not seen sunlight since 1912. The lock was rusted; the key had been lost, as keys tend to be when they belong to dead people. Tom used a letter opener and three...

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2026-06-01 19:30:00 -

The Author's Prison
The apartment on East Fifty-Sixth Street smelled of old coffee and older regrets. It was the kind of place where the light seemed to give up halfway through the afternoon, surrendering to the stacks of takeout containers and unpaid bills that clustered around every available surface like sedimentary rock. H sat at his desk. He had been sitting at his desk for three hours. The computer screen...

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2026-06-06 02:12:10 -

The Harbor Master's Witness
I'm eighty years old now, and when I close my eyes I can still see the sea the way it was before The Devourer came. Not the romantic sea—the one in pictures and poems and songs. The real sea. The one that smells like fish guts and diesel and salt and sweat. The one that gives you work in summer and tries to kill you in winter. The one I knew better than I knew my own face. You want to know...

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Debra Bennett toegevoegd een audio Literature
2026-06-05 23:52:04 -

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The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just turned the grime into a slick, neon-lit mirror. Sam Marlowe sat in his office, the ceiling fan chopping the smoke of a cheap cigar into grey ribbons. On his desk sat the "Insight," a small, brass device that looked like a pocket watch but functioned like a god. It didn't tell time; it told intent. If you looked at someone through the...

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2026-06-02 02:32:38 -

The Pitch Deck That Changed Everything
The speakeasy door slammed behind Clara with a finality that made even the jazz band stop playing for a heartbeat. Three of Victoria's girls were at the bar, laughing too loudly, scanning the room with the predatory gleam of hounds on a scent. Clara pressed herself against the shadows of the coat check, heart hammering against her ribs. Her clutch was the only thing she had left from Radio City...

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2026-06-02 09:02:17 -

The Plague-Breaker's Pyre
(V-14: Victorian/Medieval Hybrid) The year was 1348, and the air of Florence tasted of vinegar and death. The Black Death had turned the city into a sprawling morgue, where the only sound was the rattle of the death-carts and the prayers of the dying. Julian was a man out of time. He didn't know how he had arrived in this nightmare of boils and blood, but he knew the enemy. He knew that the...

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2026-06-02 22:23:08 -

THE HOLLOW MERIDIAN
ACT I: THE LOCKED ROOM (20%) The rifle was too heavy for Corinne to lift. It was an old thing—World War I era, maybe older, with a walnut stock worn smooth by a hundred hands and a barrel that had seen more use than any weapon should. It sat on a shelf in the Thorne family library, behind glass, and every person who had entered that room since 1919 had left with the same instruction from...

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2026-06-01 20:02:41 -

The Double Life of Thomas Vance
Thomas 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...

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2026-06-03 13:03:06 -

THE PHOTOGRAPHER AT GROUND ZERO
ACT I: THE SHUTTER (20%) The photograph appeared on page three of The Metropolitan Ledger, beneath the headlines about stock prices and the theatre season. It showed a soldier—Tommy couldn't tell you which side, and neither could anyone else—kneeling in the ruins of a building, holding a child. The child might have been three years old. The child might have been five. The soldier's face was...

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2026-06-07 14:48:37 -

The Alchemist's Eclipse
The city of Avignon was a tomb of white stone and black plague. In the year 1348, the air was thick with the scent of vinegar and burning herbs, and the streets were lined with carts carrying the dead to pits that never seemed to fill. Brother Thomas, a monk with a mind that wandered far beyond the scriptures, lived in a secluded tower, where he pursued the forbidden art of alchemy. Thomas did...

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