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The Starlight FleetThe jazz band had just finished a set when Nicholas Sterling first spoke the words that would haunt him for the rest of his life. He was sitting at a corner table in the Cotton Club, a glass of gin between his hands, listening to Louis Armstrong's trumpet weave through the smoke and the laughter and the clinking of glasses. The gin was cheap, but the music was priceless, and for a moment,...0 Comments 0 Shares 24 Views 0 Reviews
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Ashen WingThe truck sat in the Walmart parking lot like everything else in this town: abandoned but not yet dead. Tom Harlan sat behind the wheel at two in the morning, unable to sleep, unable to drink enough to try. The radio was off. The cabin was quiet except for the occasional groan of metal cooling in the cold Ohio air. He looked at the rusted fence separating the parking lot from the abandoned lot...0 Comments 0 Shares 31 Views 0 Reviews
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The Last Echo of the Empire## Act I: The Outset The city of Aethelgard was a spire of ivory and gold, the last bastion of the Solar Empire. For a thousand years, it had been the center of the known world, a place of unmatched art, science, and luxury. But the gold was peeling, and the ivory was cracking. The empire was not falling to an enemy from without, but to a rot from within. The nobility spent their days in a haze...0 Comments 0 Shares 65 Views 0 Reviews
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The Glass HorizonThe city of Neo-Kyoto was a forest of obsidian and light, where the rain fell in rhythmic pulses and the wind smelled of ozone and old ink. In the shadow of the Great Spire, where the corporate lords lived in floating gardens, Julian lived in the "Under-City," a labyrinth of neon alleys and steam-filled vents. He was a "Memory-Sculptor," a technician who could prune the traumas of the wealthy,...0 Comments 0 Shares 20 Views 0 Reviews
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The Rust BeltThe factory had been closed for ten years. The sign in front said SOUDER STEEL WORKS in letters that had once been blue but were now the colour of dried blood. The windows were all broken, and weeds grew through the cracks in the concrete parking lot like the earth was trying to reclaim what the steel had taken. Ray Kowalski sat in his truck outside the gate and watched a crow pick at something...0 Comments 0 Shares 75 Views 0 Reviews
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The Black BadgeThe rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the dirt slicker. I was sitting in my office on Sunset Boulevard, watching the water trace ugly paths down the single window, when the door opened without my permission. She walked in like she owned the building, which in this town was basically the same thing. She was wearing black. Not mourning black—operating black. The kind...0 Comments 0 Shares 69 Views 0 Reviews
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The Starlight Protocol**Manhattan, 1924** The conference hall at the Plaza Hotel smelled of cigarette smoke and expensive perfume. Thomas Webb sat in the back row, half-listening to a professor from Princeton drone on about the thermodynamic implications of stellar evolution. Thomas was thirty-two, a sociology lecturer at Yale, and he had learned long ago that the most effective way to survive an academic conference...0 Comments 0 Shares 77 Views 0 Reviews
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The Keeper of Blackwood HallI awoke to the smell of smoke and the taste of ash. The last thing I remembered was the fire—how it had started in the server room of my Mayfair office, how the sprinklers had failed, how I had stumbled through the flames clutching nothing but the black amber pendant my grandmother had given me on my thirtieth birthday. I had been worth four hundred million pounds as of Tuesday morning. By...0 Comments 0 Shares 21 Views 0 Reviews
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The Gilded Cage of Fog(Act I: The Ascent) The fog of London in 1890 did not merely drift; it possessed the city, a grey shroud that blurred the line between the cobblestones and the sky. Arthur stood at the threshold of the Black Raven Society, his boots worn thin, his coat a patchwork of desperation. He was a ghost in his own city, a man of no name and fewer means. But inside his mind, he carried a map of the...0 Comments 0 Shares 60 Views 0 Reviews
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