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The Ashes of DecemberI. The water came at half past eight in the evening, though I could not know this at first. There was no clock in the culvert, only darkness and the slow, insistent pressure of something vast pushing against something small. I was wedged between a concrete wall and a fallen support beam, my right leg pinned beneath iron rebar that had buckled like taffy. The water was cold and tasted of salt...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 30 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Velvet Shadow(Paranormal Romance Variation) Clara lived in a house that breathed. It was an old Victorian estate on the edge of a cliff in Cornwall, where the wind howled like a wounded animal and the sea crashed against the rocks with a rhythmic, violent hunger. Clara was a restoration artist, spending her days breathing life back into faded canvases, but her nights were spent in the company of a ghost....0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 80 Views 0 Anteprima
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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 Commenti 0 condivisioni 31 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Black SignalACT I: THE GIFT The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash things clean. It made everything worse, turning the grime of the city into a slick black paste that coated everything from the sidewalks to the inside of Jack Morretti's lungs. Jack had come home from the war in '46 with a head full of holes and a pocket full of nothing. Not the nothing of a man who had no money—the nothing of a man who had no...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 33 Views 0 Anteprima
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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 Commenti 0 condivisioni 47 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Pattern in the MindI. The lecture hall was full. That was the first thing that felt wrong. I taught three classes a semester at Harvard, and none of them had more than thirty students. This hall held three hundred. I was giving a lecture on collective unconscious—Jungian theory, the idea that beneath the surface of individual experience lies a deeper layer of shared memory, a reservoir of archetypes and symbols...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 41 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Observatory of Lost SoulsThe red shift was not an anomaly. It was a death sentence. Dr. Alistair Blackwood sat before the great telescope on the Yorkshire coast, his eyes burning from three nights of continuous observation. The brass instruments gleamed in the lamplight, their polished surfaces reflecting the storm that raged outside. Wind howled across the moor like a thing in pain. Rain lashed the observatory windows...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 52 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Pattern in the MindThe first student died on a Thursday in October. I was lecturing on collective unconscious at Columbia, standing in front of two hundred and thirty-three students in Low Library's main hall, when I noticed him—Daniel Park, junior year, psychology major, sat in the third row, always attentive, always taking notes. That day, he was not taking notes. He was staring at the blackboard, his pupils...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 22 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Black SignalThe rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the grime slicker, turns the neon reflections on the pavement into smeared watercolors of red and blue and white, the colors of a crime scene that never ends. Vincent Moretti stood at the window of his office on the forty-second floor of the Moretti Tower and watched the rain turn the city into a blur of light and shadow. He was...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 45 Views 0 Anteprima
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