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The Last Winter of Lysoya## Prologue: The Island (Present Day) The island is smaller now. Ingrid Vik-Strand knows this because she has been coming to Lysoya every summer since she was a child, and she has been measuring the shoreline with professional precision since 2061, when she became a climatologist specialising in Arctic coastal erosion. The numbers are specific: Lysoya's land area in 1980 was 4.7 square...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 23 Views 0 voorbeeld
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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 Reacties 0 aandelen 32 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Double Life of Thomas VanceThomas Vance opened the bookshop at nine in the morning and he closed it at six in the evening and he did exactly the same thing every day for three years. He straightened the books. He wiped the counter. He drank tea from a cup that said World's Best Bookseller in letters that were chipped and fading. He watched the people walk past the window and he thought about nothing. This was exactly...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 17 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Star-Gazer of Oakhaven## Act I: The Mill (20%) The mill was old. Its walls were stone, its roof was tin, and its floor was packed earth that had been walked smooth by the boots of three generations of mountain people. It stood in the bottom of Oakhaven Valley, where the creek made a sound like crying in the spring and like whispering in the fall. The Stranger came to Oakhaven in October 1935 carrying a canvas bag...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 37 Views 0 voorbeeld
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Route 87## Act I The road to the school was twenty miles. It was paved in parts and dirt in others. In winter, the dirt parts were ice. Elias Thornton drove them in a 1998 Ford F-150 that required ten minutes of idling before it would move. He was sixty-seven. His wife had died two years before, of cancer that she fought without complaint and without letting it interfere with her teaching. She had been...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 49 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Blackboard of Blackmoor Moor## Act I: The Last Lesson (20%) The wind on Blackmoor Moor did not blow so much as it carved. It scooped through the stone walls of the schoolhouse with a sound like a bow drawn across a cracked cello string, and inside, James MacAllister wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and found blood again. He pressed a handkerchief to his lips and continued writing on the blackboard. The chalk...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 28 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Equations of Bedlam## Part I: The Walls of Wootton's Ward The walls of Wootton's Ward at Bethlem Royal Hospital were white. They had been painted white in 1888, and again in 1890, and again in the spring of 1892, and every time the paint was applied, Silas Thorne was waiting to paint on top of it. He used chalk. Not properly—just rough pieces he collected from the floor of the laundry room, where the servants...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 51 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The house on East Maple Street was cheap because everything in Youngstown was cheap. Not the interesting cheap of a city trying to reinvent itself. Just the exhausted cheap of a place that had run out of reasons to care.Ray McCulloch bought it for eight thousand dollars from a guy who emailed him a picture and said "need to sell fast." The picture showed a double-wide bungalow with peeling paint and a yard full of weeds. It looked like every other house on East Maple Street. Ray knew what he was doing. He had been doing renovation work for fifteen years, first in the factory break room where he fixed the...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 17 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Crystal PriceThe city of Oakhaven was a spire of obsidian and ivory, the only sanctuary in a world of eternal night. Outside the Great Lantern's reach, the Void consumed everything—forests, oceans, and memories. Inside, the citizens lived in a state of fragile grace, their lives sustained by the "Lumen," a liquid light that kept the darkness at bay. Elias Thorne was the city's most revered Healer. He didn't...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 11 Views 0 voorbeeld
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