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The Distant GardenChapter One The Norman hillsides in the dry season were a glare of polytunnels, the plastic stretching taut over the skeletal remains of the harvest, reflecting a sun that had long since stopped giving and started taking. The wind moved through the gaps in the mesh, carrying the dust of the failed grain, a fine powder that settled in the creases of the skin and the hinges of the old machinery....0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Distant AffairChapter One Ryszard Krawczyk, a clerk of thirty-two years, woke with the taste of iron on his tongue. The black dog was there, sitting on the foot of the bed, its eyes the dull, flat brown of river mud. It did not bark. It spoke in the voice of my father, a voice I had not heard since the funeral, and it commanded me to stop the coughing, to stop the bleeding, to pay the debt. I woke, and the...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Golden DowntownWhat does it cost to be replaced by your own face? Chapter One I woke at the angle of the light, that sliver of dawn cutting across the floorboards of the manor’s back stairs, and found the hallway mirror holding a man who was not me, or rather, was me but without the weight of the years I had carried. Anong Srisuk, the name on my service papers, is a thirty-four-year-old border guard, a...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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The Distant CartographAct I Harold Fenwick had drawn the coastline of the southern sector for thirty years, and now his left hand trembled so violently that the pen slipped from his grasp, scratching a thin, jagged line across the vellum. He sat in the maintenance airlock, the only place on the ship where the hum of the ventilation fans was loud enough to mask the sound of his own breathing, staring at the forty-two...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Faded DustThe notice of termination lay on the kitchen table, the paper brittle and stained with a ring of cold coffee, and I read it twice because the first time my eyes had skipped over the word “permanent” as if it were a typo, a clerical error in the bureaucratic machinery that had ground down my career for the last decade. It stated clearly that Elias Thorne, senior patrol officer, was being...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Distant MetropolisChapter One Eugene Hutchins, forty-two, sat in the dye-house overseer’s booth, the rain hammering the tin roof like a fist against a door. The Fens were rising, swallowing the low-lying fields until the world was nothing but grey water and the skeletal remains of fences mended with grave rails. My wife, Elara, stood by the door, her hands trembling as she held a cup of tea that had gone cold....0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Distant PromiseThe hem of the coat was unraveling, a fraying thread of dark wool that Elara Vane held between her thumb and forefinger, pulling at it with a precision that felt less like mending and more like an autopsy. The attic was cold, a damp chill that settled into the joints of her knees and made the air taste of old paper and decay, but her hands were warm, feverishly so, as she stared at the tatters...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Pale FractureChapter One Ashok Menon swung the sledgehammer into the masonry, the impact sending a shockwave up his arms that felt less like force and more like a severing. The Grand Hall of Kala stood in the shadow of the reclamation yard, its walls sweating condensation that smelled of wet rust and the metallic tang of the approaching flood. He was thirty-two, a senior structural engineer with a...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Faded ParadoxI The parish of Kaukoviitta was not a place of peace, but of work, where the ice on the river cracked with the sound of breaking bone and the men hauled nets that weighed more than their souls. Kauko Laine sat in the shadow of the tax office, the seal box on his desk empty where the official mark should have been, his fingers numb from the cold that seeped through the floorboards. He dreamed of...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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