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The Mark of OakhavenThe markings appeared on the day the rain stopped and the heat rose out of the Mississippi soil like something alive. Caleb had been sweeping the back porch of the main house when he saw the first one: a symbol carved into the wooden railing, deep and precise, as though someone had taken a knife and pressed it hard enough to split the wood. He had never seen it before, though he had swept this...0 Comments 0 Shares 23 Views 0 Reviews
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THE DOUBLE LIFE OF THOMAS VANCE### Act I: The Spark Thomas Vance first noticed the gap in his memory on a Tuesday in October of 1893, when he was standing in the reading room of the British Museum and realized that he could not remember his tenth birthday. Not the date. He knew the date: 14 March 1869. He knew the location: 47 Pembroke Gardens, Kensington. He knew, with unsettling precision, what he had eaten that day (roast...0 Comments 0 Shares 10 Views 0 Reviews
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The Entrustment ManACT I: THE PHONE CALL The phone rang at 2:17 AM, which is the kind of time that exists only for people who are already awake and hoping not to stay that way. Mike \"Deke\" Dekker let it ring three times, then answered with a voice that had been ruined by too much whiskey and too many years of listening to lies. \"Dekker,\" he said. \"I need you to do something for me.\" The voice was female,...0 Comments 0 Shares 59 Views 0 Reviews
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The Crown on State StreetThe body had a single playing card on its chest. I recognized it immediately—the Crown, printed in gold ink on black stock. Frankie Morosetti's calling card. You don't forget a calling card like that. It's the kind of thing that sticks in your mind the way a bullet sticks in a ribcage. I knelt beside the body on State Street. Rain had just started, the kind of light Chicago rain that doesn't...0 Comments 0 Shares 61 Views 0 Reviews
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The Starchild of ManhattanI I am Stella. This is not my name. My name is the word between the word that is my name and the word that is my home. I cannot say it in English because English does not have a word for it. So I chose Stella because Jack said it sounded close enough. Jack is a photographer. He takes pictures of things that people ignore: a crack in the sidewalk, a cigarette butt on a subway seat, the way rain...0 Comments 0 Shares 68 Views 0 Reviews
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Chapter 1: The Taking# Chapter 1: The Taking **OTMES-v2 Code:** `EXISTENTIAL-MINIMALISM/M9/θ=270°/M4→+4.0` **Variant:** V-07 — "The Numbers" (Existential Minimalism) --- The paper came. N. looked at it. It was wrapped in plain paper. Tied with string. The sort of wrapping that says nothing and everything at the same time, which is what wrapping does. *Black Registry.* The words were printed. Nothing else was...0 Comments 0 Shares 123 Views 0 Reviews
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The Double Life of Miss Cross## ACT I: THE SETUP (20%) Vivienne woke in her room on the second floor of the Bloomsbury Square townhouse and immediately noticed that something was wrong. Not the transmigration—that became clear within hours, like a diagnosis that arrives after the symptoms have been catalogued but before the patient understands what is happening. What was wrong was that her memories did not fit together....0 Comments 0 Shares 24 Views 0 Reviews
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It was 2 AM in a diner off I-70, the kind of place that exists only in the hours between midnight and dawn, when the truckers and the insomniacs and the people who cannot sleep share fluorescent light and bad coffee.I was on my break. Forty-five minutes. I sat in a booth with a view of the parking lot and watched the rain come down in sheets, the kind of rain that turns the Ohio plains into a gray mirror. The waitress — name tag said LINDA — refilled my coffee without asking. She had been doing it for eleven years. I had been coming here for three. We had an arrangement. In the corner booth, a young woman...0 Comments 0 Shares 47 Views 0 Reviews
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Shadows of the Devil's DealThe rain in Seattle doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the dirt heavier, presses it deeper into the cracks of the sidewalk until you can feel it under your shoes with every step. It was November 1943, and the city was full of men who'd made deals they couldn't remember and forgotten things they couldn't afford to lose. Jack Morans sat in his apartment above a Thai restaurant on South...0 Comments 0 Shares 17 Views 0 Reviews
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