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The Hollow MountainAct I: The Collapse The mountain took Martha at seven minutes past dawn. Evan Hadley knew it before he saw the collapsed shaft, before the screams carried down from the coal face, before he was running down the slope with a sack of rope in his hands and the cold certainty in his gut that something was wrong. The pit boss had said the strata was stable. The pit boss said that about everything....0 Reacties 0 aandelen 5 Views 0 voorbeeld
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ACT I -- SETUPThe barbecue was supposed to be a celebration. The Pruitt family had won the county contract for the new distribution warehouse, and Eunice Pruitt had arranged for the whole town to gather at the community park behind the Methodist church. Cornbread on paper plates. Sweet tea in red solo cups. Someone's truck playing country music loud enough to rattle the cooler lids. Clara Bellweather arrived...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 45 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Society of MasksLady Peabody's seventy-third birthday was celebrated at the London townhouse in Mayfair with the sort of precision that only a woman of her years and station can command. The dining table was set with silver that had survived the war, the flowers were arranged by a gardener who had once tended the Queen's greenhouse, and the guests wore their faces like masks, each one painted with the correct...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 39 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Rough DraftI was charging five bucks for a cartoon mustache when the most handsome bastard I had ever seen walked in with a kid who looked like he had been baked in a pastry oven. That is not a figure of speech. The kid was genuinely chubby -- round-faced, round-shouldered, round-everything -- with the kind of cheeks that made you want to pinch them and the kind of hair that made you want to write a song...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 20 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Shadowless SonI The knife felt wrong in Arthur's hand — too heavy, too cold, like a tool meant for another purpose entirely. Beside him, Tommy Graves breathed hard through his nose, the sound of a dog that had been running too long. They crouched behind the hedgerow at the edge of the Blackwell estate, the soot-stained Yorkshire night pressing down on them like a blanket soaked in coal dust. "He comes out,"...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 38 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Warmth We ClaimThe Chiltern House smelled of beeswax and old money, the kind of place where the chandeliers had survived three wars and the floorboards still remembered the jazz bands of 1920. It was Grandmother Peabody's birthday, and the whole extended family had gathered in her Park Avenue salon to celebrate another year of surviving it. Alice Chenault arrived at nine, all sequins and restless energy,...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 15 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Randomness of NeonLeo lived in a state of perpetual, colorful confusion. Manhattan was his playground, a city of eight million stories, and Leo had the most absurd one of all. He possessed a device—a small, humming cube of brushed aluminum—that granted him "Useless Omniscience." He couldn't fly, he couldn't read minds, and he couldn't stop time. Instead, he could, for example, know exactly which taxi in a...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 11 Views 0 voorbeeld
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ACT I -- SETUPThe fish banquet was the kind of event where men wore ties that were too wide and women wore dresses that were too tight, and everyone pretended it was a charitable affair when it was really just an excuse for thirty dock bosses to eat cod and argue about union dues. I was at corner table three, pretending to read the ledger I was supposed to be auditing, when Mrs. Patricia O'Neil materialized...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 76 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Blind Pig smelled of beer and loneliness. Marcus Williams sat at the out-of-tune piano and played until his fingers ached. Five people in the room. Three asleep. Sam O'Brien in the back corner, drumsticks on his knees like a soldier's rifle.Sam was crying when the last note faded. "Go to New Orleans," he said after the set. "Old Jelly Roll knows a chord that makes anyone understand exactly who they are." The Ford T was a crime against engineering. Blue over red. Engine coughing like a dog with fur in its throat. They left Harlem at 2:00 AM. Pittsburgh: steel workers clapping for the same song. Black and white workers, not looking...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 52 Views 0 voorbeeld
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