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THE PHOTOGRAPHER AT GROUND ZEROACT 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...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 1 Просмотры 0 предпросмотрВойдите, чтобы отмечать, делиться и комментировать!
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The Last Lesson at 135thACT I: INCITING The radiator in the basement classroom had been making the same clanking noise since October, and Marcus Johnson had learned to read it like a clock. One strike meant ten minutes until the bell. Two strikes meant twenty. Three strikes meant he had to hurry, because Mrs. Whitfield upstairs was already pounding on the ceiling with a broom handle, and the last thing Marcus needed...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 1 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Shadow Over the PlainsSilas lived in a house that smelled of damp earth and forgotten prayers. He was the last keeper of the Blackwood Observatory, a crumbling spire of stone and iron that overlooked the endless, grey plains of the South. For forty years, Silas had watched the stars, but for the last decade, he had been watching the gaps between them. The stars were not falling; they were being erased. It began as a...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 1 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Null ZoneThe zone appeared in the middle of Sector 4 in 2089, between a noodle bar that had been open for forty years and a data-processing facility that employed three hundred people. One morning, the entire city block simply stopped working. Not in the way that power outages work, where you flip a switch and the lights come back on. This was deeper than that. Phones dead. Computers dead. The...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 4 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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THE GIRL WHO MEASURED THE STARSTHE GIRL WHO MEASURED THE STARS THE TELESCOPE Violet Sterling did not inherit her father's fortune. She inherited his telescopes. Three of them sat on the roof of her Long Island estate, each one a different generation of American optical engineering: a brass-mounted Howard lens from the 1890s, a mirrored reflector from the Carnegie Institute, and a homemade instrument that Violet had built...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 1 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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HollowayThe train from Jackson arrived at Holloway Station at four in the afternoon, and Quentin Holloway stepped onto the platform with a suitcase that contained everything he owned in the world that wasn't the land he was returning to. The station was a single wooden building with a porch that had collapsed on the south side, and a sign that read HOLLOWAY in letters that had once been painted gold...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 141 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Crystallization of Jack MoranThe rain was different that night. Not the usual Los Angeles rain that fell like a half-hearted apology from a city that had forgotten how to weep. This rain hit the asphalt with conviction, each drop a small fist hammering against the roof of Jack Moran's Ford as he sat in the parking lot of the Walsh Clinic and watched the lights flicker in the basement window. He was not drunk. That was the...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 7 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Boil of PrideThe needle went in at an angle I had not intended. I watched the blood well up from Thomas Webb's shoulder--a dark, steady bead that traced the line of his collarbone and fell to the floorboards with a sound I could barely hear over the howling wind outside. One tube less than I meant to draw. The mistake was invisible to everyone but me, and that was the worst part. "Mr. Webb," I said, binding...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 8 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The storm broke over Blackmoor Abbey at the hour between evening and night, when the Atlantic wind drove rain horizontally through the cracked windows and the peat smoke from Cormac's fire could no...Cormac found him at first light, though it was not yet light—the sky was the colour of wet slate, the bog stretched dark and endless to the horizon, and the dog lay on his side in the abbey yard, golden fur plastered with mud and something darker, his tongue already blue, his eyes open and fixed on nothing because nothing was left to see. Cormac dropped to his knees. Pressed two fingers to the...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 6 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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ACT IThe Beauregard plantation looked like a dying animal: magnificent once, now skeletal, its ribs of white columns protruding through peeling paint like bone through rotting flesh. Elias Thorne stood at the gate and felt something he hadn't felt since Boston, something that was almost sympathy. He had come south as a Union intelligence officer, armed with maps and coded messages and a conviction...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 6 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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ACT IDr. Julian Frost found his own biography in a Taiping archival document, written in 1854—twenty years before he was born. The discovery happened on a Tuesday, in the imperial archives of Tianjing, where Julian had spent the last three months cataloging rebel propaganda and religious texts for his forthcoming Oxford publication. He was thirty-two, a man of meticulous habits and rational...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 12 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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THE MIRROR IN THE BASEMENTACT I: THE WINDOWLESS ROOM Lord Alistair Finch-Worthingham inherited Blackwood Park on a Tuesday in November, which seemed appropriate: Tuesdays were the kind of days on which serious things happened—inheritances, deaths, the slow realization that one's life has been a performance for an audience that stopped watching years ago. The house was exactly as one might expect a country house named...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 11 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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