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The Deep Mine ConspiracyThe Deep Mine ConspiracyCaleb Thorne arrived on Dauphin Island after fleeing Birmingham with nothing but a suitcase, a sister who was dying, and a doctor's note that said "mysterious illness, probable environmental contamination." The island was a strip of sand and scrub in the Gulf of Mexico, accessible by a ferry that ran twice a day, and it smelled like coal dust and salt and the kind of rot...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 18 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Broken MedalThe fog of London did not merely drift; it clung. It was a grey, suffocating shroud that blurred the edges of the cobblestone streets and muffled the desperate cries of the East End. In the heart of Belgravia, within the oppressive silence of the Blackwood Manor, Arthur sat in a mahogany wheelchair, staring at the rain-streaked window. He remembered the smell of ozone and the screams of dying...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 41 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Glass Menagerie of WhispersThe Glass Menagerie of Whispers Captain Edmund Blackwood knew he was the last man in the universe. He had known it since the moment the诺亚号 passed Pluto's orbit, where the sun appeared as a dim star no brighter than Venus ever was on a London winter morning. The ship's computer had just completed a parallax measurement that told him the sun had lost 4.74 percent of its mass. The conclusion was...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 57 Views 0 previzualizare
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The City Below Our FeetThe City Below Our Feet Tommy O'Brien had seen a lot of weird shit in his twenty years as a pipe fitter for the New York City Transit Authority. He had crawled through tunnels that hadn't been opened since 1904. He had fixed pipes that smelled like death. He had seen rats the size of cats. But this was different. He was working in a section of tunnel beneath Lower Manhattan, the kind of place...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 35 Views 0 previzualizare
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THE WEIGHT OF NOTHING### Act I: The Spark Ethan Cross stood in the supermarket aisle for twelve minutes before making a decision. The decision was about cereal. There were fourteen brands on the shelf, from store-brand corn flakes at three dollars a box to artisanal granola at nine dollars, and Ethan was trying to choose one. Not because he was hungry—hunger was not the issue. The issue was that each choice carried...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 29 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Golden ExchangeThe ticker tape never stopped talking. That was the first thing Vincent Moretti learned on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange: the machine had opinions, and they came in the form of punched paper ribbons that fell like confetti from the ceiling of a cathedral built for a new god. He was nineteen, Irish-Italian from Hester Street, with ink on his fingers and a photographic memory that made...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 18 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Line of KeepersThe Line of KeepersI arrived on the island of Belle Ile with nothing but a wounded leg and a heart that had stopped beating at Verdun. The train to Quimper had brought me to the edge of Brittany, and from there a fisherman's wife rowed me across the channel to a rock so small it barely registered on the maps. I should have turned back. I would have turned back, if the old man on the shore had...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 58 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Absurd Maintenance of Tom EganThe Absurd Maintenance of Tom EganThe car died on Interstate 80 somewhere between nowhere and nowhere else. Nebraska, maybe. Kansas, maybe. The gas station was a fluorescent-lit rectangle in the plains, the kind of place that appeared on highway maps between two exits that were thirty miles apart. Inside: a coffee machine that had never been cleaned, a vending machine with three working slots,...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 30 Views 0 previzualizare
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THE PEOPLE'S ENGINE### Act I: The Spark James Callahan first understood what engineering meant at the age of twelve, when he was sent into the depths of the Homestead Steel Plant to unclog a jammed conveyor belt that had brought the entire rolling mill to a halt. The foreman had given him a choice: crawl through the gap between two moving rollers, or watch his father lose a week's wages for the downtime. James...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 25 Views 0 previzualizare
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