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The Six Wings of the SouthThe Six Wings of the SouthThe land remembers. It remembers the footsteps of the Cherokee who were driven west on roads of thorns. It remembers the boots of Union soldiers and Confederate deserters. It remembers the bare feet of freedmen walking from plantation to plantation, searching for families that had been sold before the shooting started. The red dirt of Georgia holds history like a...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 43 Views 0 previzualizare
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Echoes on Cold StreetEchoes on Cold StreetAct I: The DropI was folding other people's clothes at the laundromat on Sunset Boulevard when the phone call came. My mother's washing machine had been dead for three weeks, and rent was due in five days, so when the voice on the other end said there was a position open as a personal household assistant, I said yes before they finished the sentence.Ribs. That's what they...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 19 Views 0 previzualizare
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Kindling in the DustKindling in the DustChapter OneThe bus came at seven and four and nine. Holly Brennan was standing at the stop when the seven arrived, holding a wallet that was supposed to have forty-seven dollars in it and finding that it now had thirty-two.She counted twice. Same result."Hey."She turned. A man stood nearby, holding out a five-dollar bill and a one-dollar bill. He was wearing a military-style...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 52 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Hearing RoomThe Hearing RoomACT II can hear your heartbeat.Not metaphorically. Literally. Through two walls, a hallway, and the floor above my apartment, I can hear a woman's heart beating at seventy-two beats per minute. It's steady. Calm. I've been counting.My name is Julian Cross, and I hear too much.I wear industrial-grade earplugs twenty-four hours a day. They cost forty dollars a pair, and I go...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 49 Views 0 previzualizare
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What's Left of UsWhat's Left of UsMark found her at 2 a.m. outside the bodega on Atlantic Avenue, barefoot in her pajamas, counting the cracks in the sidewalk. She had an open beer in her hand, a light-colored one from a brand he did not recognize, and she was wearing a long-sleeved top over her pajama top like a jacket, even though it was August and the air was thick enough to chew. Her hair was pulled back in...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 57 Views 0 previzualizare
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The BrokerThe BrokerAct II knew something about the Marlowe empire that could bring it crashing down—a single signed document, a paper trail leading from Hollywood to the Senate floor to places with names I was not supposed to know. I carried it in my purse like a loaded gun, which, come to think of it, it kind of was.Nick Marlowe found me in the Ciro's parking lot after the premiere, standing beside a...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 36 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Mirror He BrokeThe Mirror He BrokeI.Rose wakes up in a bed she does not recognise.The light is wrong—too warm, too gold, coming from a window she does not remember. She blinks at the ceiling, which is white and smooth and without cracks, and thinks: this is not my ceiling. My ceiling has a water stain that looks like Italy if you squint.There is a man sleeping beside her. He is handsome in a way that is...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 46 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Child of BeauclairThe Child of BeauclairI am Cora Lee Whitfield, and I have lived in Beauclair long enough to know that this house does not choose its inhabitants. The house chooses them. And on the day Lily May Beauregard appeared at our iron gate, Beauclair had been choosing poorly for nearly twenty years.---It was a Tuesday in June, the kind of Southern Tuesday that feels less like weather and more like a...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 17 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Dissonance Between UsThe Dissonance Between UsThe saxophone came through the wall at 2 AM, as it always did. Hazel Moore pulled the silk sheet over her head and stared at the ceiling of her West Harlem apartment, listening to the man upstairs play the same blue note over and over like a person trying to pick a lock with a spoon.She had been awake for three hours. She had been awake for four years, in a way that had...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 36 Views 0 previzualizare
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