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Blood and MagnoliasI. The house was sinking. Not dramatically—there were no cracks in the foundation, no doors that stuck, no floors that tilted. It was a slower, more insidious descent, the kind that happens when the earth itself forgets what it is supposed to hold. Bell Thorne noticed it first in the garden. The magnolia trees, which her grandmother had planted in 1921, were flowering out of season. It was...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 48 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Other Side of the MirrorThe first session with Client X began on a Monday in March, which is to say it began on a day that was indistinguishable from every other day in my practice. I am Arthur Payne. I am forty-five years old. I am a psychologist with a private practice on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. I specialize in trauma and post-traumatic stress. I have been doing this work for eighteen years. I am good at...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 8 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Observer at Five PointsACT I: THE BOY FROM BROOKLYN I first met James Whitfield in the summer of 1963, when we were both twelve years old and living in the Five Points neighborhood of Manhattan. He was tall for his age, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to take in everything at once. I was smaller, scrappier, the kind of kid who got into fights he couldn't win and then wrote about them in a notebook he kept under...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 35 Views 0 Vista previa
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The House of DustThe Blackwood estate did not just sit on the land of the American South; it seemed to be sinking into it. The columns were cracked, the ivy had strangled the balconies, and the air always tasted of damp earth and old secrets. Colonel Silas Blackwood, the last of his line, lived in the center of this decay, a man who clung to the ghost of a Southern aristocracy that had died a century ago. Beau,...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 27 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Observer at Five PointsI. The basement smelled like damp concrete and the cheap coffee Mrs. O'Brien made, which was not coffee at all but something brown and hot that she called coffee because it was easier than explaining. I was thirty years old, and I had been living in this basement for eight months. The apartment above the basement was where Mrs. O'Brien lived—with her cat, her radio, and her opinion that I was a...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 22 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Long DownpourI. The rain had been falling for three days when the dam broke. Not a storm dam—a river dam. The Michigan River Levee, the one that kept the south side of Chicago from drowning every spring. It broke at two in the morning on a Thursday, and by morning, the south side was underwater. My name is Jack Morane. I am thirty-four years old. I am a private detective in Chicago. I wear an old trench...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 47 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Harvesters from Proxima**Oak Bend, Mississippi, 1898** The house was dying. Not all at once, as houses do in stories, but slowly, inch by inch, the way a person dies when the illness lingers and the family learns to live around the hollow places. The paint peeled from the porch columns like sunburned skin. The gardens had grown wild, roses tangled with ivy, magnolia trees casting long shadows over grass that nobody...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 32 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Crow on the Hollywood SignThe woman walked into Jack Morane's office at four in the afternoon on a Tuesday in March, and he knew immediately that he was not going to like her. Not because she was dangerous -- she wasn't. Not because she was lying -- she might have been, but so was everybody. He knew he was not going to like her because she was right. And right people are always more dangerous than wrong ones. She did...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 68 Views 0 Vista previa
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The Woman in the CornerMaggie O'Sullivan had been working in New York houses for twenty-five years. She had cleaned up after senators and stockbrokers and socialites and immigrants who made more money in a week than Maggie earned in a year. She had seen every kind of madness money could buy, and she had learned the most important rule of her profession: never ask questions, never get involved, and never, ever believe...0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 16 Views 0 Vista previa
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