• THE GIRL IN THE CELLAR
    THE GIRL IN THE CELLARCecilia Duval married Gabriel LeFleur because he was the only man who looked at her the way she wanted to be seen. This was not, in hindsight, a prudent criterion for selecting a husband, but Cecilia was twenty-two years old and living in a French Quarter mansion that had once belonged to her grandmother, and in that house, surrounded by the ghosts of a family that had...
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  • The Silent Gambit
    The Silent GambitACT IThe cartoon arrived at 7:03 AM on a Thursday, exactly three days after the previous one.Ethan Park picked it up from the lab desk while stirring his instant coffee, and stared at it for a full minute before turning to Dave, his research assistant."What is this?"Dave looked. He looked back at Ethan. He looked at the cartoon, which depicted a man in a lab coat standing at a...
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  • The Mirror He Broke
    The Mirror He BrokeThe mirror covered the entire south wall of Isabella Vane's apartment—a single pane of floor-to-ceiling glass that turned her reflection into an infinite corridor of Isellas, each one slightly more distant than the last, fading toward a vanishing point that did not exist. She liked the mirror because it made her feel like there were many of her, and if one of them was broken,...
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  • The Apartment Next Door
    The Apartment Next DoorNora Hayes learned three things about her new apartment in the first week: the heating clanked at exactly 3 AM every night; the elevator smelled faintly of mildew and regret; and the woman in 3A kept a security camera that pointed directly at her front door.The fourth thing she learned was about Julian Cross.Julian lived in 2B, directly across the hall from her unit in...
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  • What We Talk About When We Talk About Insurance
    What We Talk About When We Talk About InsuranceThe coffee was cold. That was the first thing Karen noticed when she sat down at Happy Diner—the coffee was cold, and the pie was stale, and the man across from her was looking at his phone the way men look at their phones when they are avoiding looking at the woman they have been dating for two years and three weeks."Trevor," she said.He looked...
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  • What We Talk About When We Talk About Insurance
    What We Talk About When We Talk About Insurance The coffee was cold. That was the first thing Karen noticed when she sat down at Happy Diner—the coffee was cold, and the pie was stale, and the man across from her was looking at his phone the way men look at their phones when they are avoiding looking at the woman they have been dating for two years and three weeks. "Trevor," she said. He looked...
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  • What We Lost to the Night
    What We Lost to the NightChapter OneThe manuscript was gone from her bag. Lila Marsh checked her purse three times, lifting out lip balm, a handkerchief, a crumpled cigarette packet, a coin that belonged to someone else. No manuscript. Fifty pages of poems, written on the backs of newspaper clippings and hotel stationery, taped together with desperation and tape.She stood at Grand Central's...
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  • The White Moon Protocol
    The White Moon ProtocolI have known Clara Chen for twelve years. I have spoken to her for approximately three minutes total.This is not a confession. It is a data point.My name is Connor Rong, and I am twenty-eight years old. I founded my autonomous driving company three years ago, raised $200 million in Series B funding, and sit on the board of two technology foundations. By every metric that...
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  • The Plantation Bargain
    The Plantation BargainI.The magnolias were blooming in April, which meant the taxes were due in June and the Beauregard family was finished.Rosemary Beauregard stood on the veranda of her family's plantation house and watched the Mississippi move slow and brown through the cypress trees. The house behind her, built before the Civil War and still standing after it, smelled of camphor and old...
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  • The Last Dowry
    The Last DowryI.The ballroom smelled of beeswax and desperation. Eleanor Ashworth stood beside her mother at the edge of the assembled ton, her fan opened to exactly four-fifths—proper, but not eager—and tried not to watch Lord Blackwood survey the room like a man inspecting cattle.He was younger than she expected. Early thirties, perhaps. Tall in a way that made the other men at the ball look...
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