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The jazz of fading starsThe music was dying, and nobody wanted to admit it. Not in New York, where the music was everything. Not in Chicago, where the music was the only thing. And certainly not in Julian Ashford, who had spent the last five years composing jazz that made people dance because they were afraid of what would happen when the music stopped. It was 1925, and the city was drowning in its own prosperity....0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 11 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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RUST AND BONEThe radio was broken. It had been broken for six months. Tony Ferguson knew this because he had tried to fix it three times and failed each time, and each failure was slightly more embarrassing than the last because his father kept asking him about it. "It's just a connection," Tony said the third time, holding the back panel in one hand and a screwdriver in the other, neither of which was...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 13 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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THE LAST LIGHTThe antenna was old. That was the first thing Matt Wheeler noticed when he arrived at Outpost Delta—that everything about it was old. The dish was scratched and faded. The transmitter unit was a model that had been discontinued five years ago. The cables were frayed in places and patched with electrical tape in others. It was the kind of equipment that the Army kept because replacing it would...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 4 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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THE GLASS ALGORITHMI Jack Marlowe did not believe in fate. He believed in evidence. Evidence was something you could hold in your hand, something you could examine under a lamp, something you could follow from point A to point B without having to believe in anything you couldn't see. But the Glass Algorithm was making him reconsider. His latest client was a woman named Elena Vasquez. She was twenty-eight, wearing...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 14 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The quiet rainThe rain was falling on the hardware store the way rain falls on hardware stores all over the Midwest—not dramatically, not with the kind of intensity that makes you run for cover, but steadily, persistently, the kind of rain that soaks through your coat without you noticing until you are already wet. James Kellerman was behind the counter, counting inventory. Nails. Screws. Washers. The kind...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 6 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Mirror at BlackthorneI. The accident happened on a wet road outside Edinburgh on a November evening in 1893, and the word "accident" is the first of many lies in this story. An accident implies that something was meant to happen and went wrong. What happened to Morwenna was not wrong. It went exactly right, in the sense that a fall from a height always goes right until it goes left, and when Morwenna's horse...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 8 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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THE DARK CIRCUITThe radio in the break room had been broken for three weeks and Jack Murdock kept meaning to fix it and kept not meaning to fix it, which was typical of Jack Murdock—he kept meaning to do things and kept not doing them, which was how you ended up thirty-four years old, drafted into a war you didn't understand, fixing electrical equipment in a hole beneath the earth. "Come on, you old bitch," he...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 11 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The patient from belowDr. Eleanor Hart had been coming to the Blackwood Institute for three weeks when she first heard the word transfiguration. The patient who said it was in Room 217—the highest security room on the fourth floor, where the walls were padded with beige fabric that had been stained by decades of fingerprints, heads thrown against them in moments of despair, and hands pressed flat in moments of...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 14 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The last light of New CarthageShe came to him on a night like any other—fog pressing against the gas lamps of the city, tide grinding itself against the limestone cliffs below the harbor. But this night, Arthur Blackwood was not himself. He had been awake for three days and two nights, pacing the stone floor of his study at Blackwood Manor, surrounded by pages of calculations that no sane man would believe. Then she...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 9 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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