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  • Black Scales of Fortune
    The Mississippi River did not care about Jimmy O'Malley's dreams. It rushed past the old levee in the dark, brown and endless, carrying sediment from Minnesota to the Gulf of Mexico without a thought for the man sitting on the sandbag wall above it, drinking lukewarm beer from a bottle. Jimmy had been sitting there every night for three weeks. Ever since the swamp thing. He told nobody about...
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  • The Double Life of Thomas Vance
    Thomas 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...
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  • THE PEOPLE'S ENGINE
    ### Act I: The Spark James Callahan first understood what engineering meant at the age of twelve, when he was sent into the depths of the Homestead Steel Plant to unclog a jammed conveyor belt that had brought the entire rolling mill to a halt. The foreman had given him a choice: crawl through the gap between two moving rollers, or watch his father lose a week's wages for the downtime. James...
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  • THE PATIENT FROM BELOW
    Dr. Arthur Voss could not remember how he had arrived at the hospital. This was not, strictly speaking, true. He remembered driving through Vienna on a February evening in 1896, the gas lamps casting amber pools on the wet cobblestones, the carriages bouncing over puddles that reflected the windows of the cafés where men sat drinking brandy and talking about the future of the Balkans. He...
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  • The Observer on the Corner
    I first heard Michael Ross speak on a Tuesday in October, standing in the back of a community center in Bed-Stuy that smelled like floor wax and old sweat and the particular brand of hope that only exists in rooms where people are trying to convince themselves that things can get better if just enough of them try at the same time. Michael was thirty-four, which in Brooklyn is old enough to have...
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  • The Mirror Performer
    Daniel Mercer stood in the bathroom and brushed his teeth. The mirror above the sink was old—the silvering was peeling at the edges, creating a halo of imperfection around his reflection. He was twenty-nine years old, an actor who had not booked a paying role in eleven months, living in a walk-up on the Upper West Side that cost too much and had too little hot water. He spat. He rinsed. He...
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  • The Silence of the Perfect World
    Dr. Thorne lived in the overlap. He resided in a city where the streets were made of glass and the sky was a rotating gallery of impossible geometries. In this world, pain was considered a primitive error, a relic of the biological age that had been largely eradicated by the "Great Correction." Thorne was the lead architect of the Correction. He had developed a system of "Symphonic Healing,"...
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  • The Shell in the Walls
    The river ran through Edinburgh like a wound, dark and slow and full of things that had been thrown away and forgotten. On its banks, where the tenements pressed close together like frightened children, there lived William Sterling and his mother, Mrs. Sterling, in a third-floor walk-up that smelled of damp wool and boiled cabbage and the faint sweet rot of a city that had forgotten them....
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  • The Beacon of Doom (V-05)
    The village of Oakhaven was not a place of hope; it was a place of endurance. Tucked into a valley where the sun only visited for three hours a day, the people lived by the rhythms of the soil and the dictates of the Elder, a man who believed that curiosity was a sin and that the world ended at the ridge of the surrounding mountains. Then came Julian. Julian was a man of the city, a disgraced...
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  • The Gold Fox Trap: Australian Outback Variant
    The Gold Fox Trap: Australian Outback Variant Batch 9 - Work ID 72334: The Gold Fox Trap Tensor: TI=45.0 (T3 Martyrdom), M=[4.0,1.5,9.5,4.0,7.0,6.0,2.0,0.3,2.5,3.0], N=[0.60,0.40], K=[0.45,0.55], theta=225 New South Wales in October 1929 was red. Red dust coated everything — the paddock fence, the billy can on the campfire, the back of your throat, the pages of the Sydney Morning Herald, the...
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  • The Engineer
    The Engineer's Last Shift The numbers on the ionosphere monitor were wrong. Mike Callahan knew this the way a mechanic knows an engine is misfiring—by sound, by feel, by twenty-two years of knowing exactly what every machine in the Brooklyn coal plant was supposed to do. The monitor sat in the corner of the control room, a World War II-era device that had been installed to track atmospheric...
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  • The House of Dust
    The Blackwood estate did not just sit on the land of the American South; it seemed to be sinking into it. The columns were cracked, the ivy had strangled the balconies, and the air always tasted of damp earth and old secrets. Colonel Silas Blackwood, the last of his line, lived in the center of this decay, a man who clung to the ghost of a Southern aristocracy that had died a century ago. Beau,...
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