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The Double Life of Thomas VanceThomas Vance opened the bookshop at nine in the morning and he closed it at six in the evening and he did exactly the same thing every day for three years. He straightened the books. He wiped the counter. He drank tea from a cup that said World's Best Bookseller in letters that were chipped and fading. He watched the people walk past the window and he thought about nothing. This was exactly...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 8 Views 0 previzualizare
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THE WIDOW OF OAKHAVENOakhaven Plantation, Louisiana, 1954 The house on Cypress Road looked like something that had been left behind by time—a white-columned antebellum mansion half-swallowed by Spanish moss and the kind of Southern humidity that made everything glisten with damp inevitability. The ironwork around the porch had rusted into abstract shapes that resembled vines more than the scrollwork they'd once...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 10 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Bayou's Seven SecretsAct One: The Fall Cyprien Duval stood on the porch of a house that was no longer his and watched the bayou move in the late afternoon light, which made the water look like copper and the cypress knees look like the knuckles of buried men. The house had been his family's for four generations, and now it was owned by a bank in New Orleans that Cyprien had never met and would never visit and...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 5 Views 0 previzualizare
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THE SIGNAL FROM LILY BRENNANThe office was on State Street, third floor of a building that smelled of boiled cabbage and old plumbing and the faint, sweet-sour smell of whiskey that seeped up from the bar downstairs. It was a small office—just a desk, a chair, a filing cabinet that stuck when you pulled the second drawer, and a window that looked out over a brick wall so close I could touch it if I leaned far enough out...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 14 Views 0 previzualizare
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ACT IDr. Julian Frost found his own biography in a Taiping archival document, written in 1854—twenty years before he was born. The discovery happened on a Tuesday, in the imperial archives of Tianjing, where Julian had spent the last three months cataloging rebel propaganda and religious texts for his forthcoming Oxford publication. He was thirty-two, a man of meticulous habits and rational...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 11 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Patient from BelowACT I Dr. Henry Blackwood's clinic was on Harley Street, in a building that had been a townhouse before someone with money and no taste turned it into a medical practice. The waiting room smelled of carbolic acid and lavender—two smells that had been mixed together by someone who thought they complemented each other but in fact created an odor that was worse than either alone. Blackwood sat in...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 9 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Experiment at BlackwoodAct One: The Book in the Margin The boy was seven years old and reading a book that had no business in the hands of a child. Dr. Julian Blackwood saw him in the reading room of the York Minster library, sitting on the floor with his back against a stone pillar, a copy of Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams open on his knees. The book was water-stained, its pages dog-eared, the margin filled...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 11 Views 0 previzualizare
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ACT IThe Beauregard plantation looked like a dying animal: magnificent once, now skeletal, its ribs of white columns protruding through peeling paint like bone through rotting flesh. Elias Thorne stood at the gate and felt something he hadn't felt since Boston, something that was almost sympathy. He had come south as a Union intelligence officer, armed with maps and coded messages and a conviction...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 7 Views 0 previzualizare
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THE EXPERIMENTI. The bone did not belong to anything on earth. Elias Voss knew this with the absolute certainty of a man who had spent forty-one years studying the structure of life at its most fundamental level. He held the specimen under the electron microscope at his lab at UC Berkeley, adjusting the focus with hands that had grown slightly unsteady since the controversy, and he watched as the spiral...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 8 Views 0 previzualizare
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