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The Healing House on Hollow CreekThe letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in paper so thin it might have been made from water itself. Eleanor Ashworth read it by the light of a single gas candle, the fog pressing against her window like a living thing, and understood immediately that this was either the most important thing that had happened to her in three years or the most dangerous. It was written in a precise, elegant hand...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 31 Views 0 Anteprima
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The fog had been hanging over Whitechapel for three days when the matron saw Tommy Grubb kneeling in the mud beside the little girl.Thomas Grubb was a tall man with hands like shovels and a mind like a child's. He worked at the coal yard on Commercial Street and could haul more in a day than any four other men, but he could not count past twelve or tie his own bootlaces. He had a daughter named Maggie, ten years old with eyes the color of winter sky, and together they occupied a single room above a shuttered haberdashery...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 28 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Engine That DreamedThe storm came in from the Gulf like a slow apology. It had been coming for three days, gathering itself over the flatlands of south Mississippi, drinking the rivers and swelling the creeks until they ran brown and angry through the cypress swamps. By the time it reached the McCullough place, it was the kind of storm that made old men in Biloxi cross themselves and old women in Natchez lock...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 8 Views 0 Anteprima
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Dead FrequenciesThe rain on Los Angeles doesn't fall so much as it accuses. It falls in sheets, diagonal and mean, hitting the sidewalk with the kind of purpose that makes you feel like the city is judging you for being alive. I stood under the awning of a noodle shop on Sunset and watched it fall for twenty minutes, letting the damp seep through my coat, thinking about the piece of black vinyl lying in a...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 5 Views 0 Anteprima
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Madeline Crawford discovered the truth on a Tuesday morning, which was fitting, because Tuesdays in London had a way of revealing things.She was standing in the library of Ashford House—no, Windsor Publishing House, the correct name, though everyone who mattered called it simply Ashford—watching fog curl around the leaded windows like smoke from a candle someone had just blown out. She had been employed here for eleven months and seventeen days. She counted because counting was the only thing that had kept her sane. The contract...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 14 Views 0 Anteprima
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The rhythms started on a Tuesday, or maybe a Wednesday. Percival Beaumont could not remember which, because in the cypress swamp there was no clock, no calendar, only the slow arc of the sun across the sky and the patient way the Mississippi moved.He sat on the hollow hull of the skiff—a small flat-bottomed boat that had belonged to someone who was now dead or gone or both—and struck the wood with a stone. The sound was deep and resonant, like a drum that had been singing since before anyone was alive to hear it. He beat three strokes, paused, then two. Then three. Then one. It was a rhythm he used to play on piano keys—Scott Joplin's...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 45 Views 0 Anteprima
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The kind of night that made even the streetlights look guilty was the night I first heard about Simple.Earl Henderson. That was his real name, though nobody in the union called him that. They called him Simple, and they meant it kindly enough. He was a pipefitter at the canning factory on Whittier -- steady worker, showed up on time, never caused trouble. His hands were always greasy from work, and he had a habit of hummin' to himself while he worked, a tuneless little whistle that the other...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 21 Views 0 Anteprima
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The machine broke at 3:17 AM on a Thursday, which was exactly the kind of timing that made Kelly Dunn want to scream.She was standing on the factory floor of the Cole Manufacturing plant in Detroit, watching a stamping press that had been running for twelve years slowly grind itself into silence, and she was thinking about the electric bill, and the rent, and her daughter's school shoes that were two sizes too small because Kelly had been spending twelve dollars a week on gas instead of shoes. Danny Cole was...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 22 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Fracture PrincipleThe Hudson River was the color of a bruise when Evelyn Vane woke up on it. She did not remember jumping. She did not remember the George Washington Bridge, or the wind, or the decision. She remembered only the sensation of falling and then the sensation of water and then nothing, and then — sand in her hair, a gull crying somewhere, the sun too bright for a Thursday in June. She sat up. She was...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 45 Views 0 Anteprima
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