Frank Collins

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2026-06-03 13:05:35 -

The Patient from Below
Chapter I: The Braking The letter arrived on a Friday, which in Vienna is the day when everyone pretends the weekend is going to save them from things they should have dealt with on Monday. It was typed on government stationery, in a font that was designed to look friendly but achieved only the effect of a smile that does not reach the eyes. The letter informed me that the Weiss Institute for...

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2026-06-02 02:35:25 -

The jazz of fading stars
The 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....

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2026-05-31 03:20:34 -

THE LAST WALL
The stone was cold beneath Edward's gloved hands. He ran his palm along the face of it, feeling for the cracks his predecessors had spent a thousand years cataloguing. There were none today. The wall held. It always held. Edward Blackthorne, seventieth Lord Keeper of the Morvayne Ramparts, walked the parapet at midnight, as he had every night for twelve years. The moon was a sliver of bone in a...

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2026-05-29 15:02:03 -

The Cosmic Jest (V-08)
Arthur lived in a universe that was essentially a mood ring. If the collective population felt optimistic, the stars glowed gold and gravity felt like a gentle hug. If they were depressed, the sky turned a bruised purple and the laws of thermodynamics became erratic. Arthur was the only person who knew the truth: the universe was a simulation, a high-budget piece of performance art created by a...

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2026-06-05 11:45:52 -

The Price of the Neon Crown
The rain in the city of Nocturne didn't fall; it drifted, a fine mist of chemical runoff and neon light. Detective Elias leaned against a brick wall, the collar of his trench coat turned up against the chill. He lit a cigarette, the orange glow the only warm thing in a world of electric blue and cold violet. Elias had been the city's "Fixer" for a decade. When the mayor had a problem that...

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2026-05-31 06:28:41 -

THE WEIGHT OF NOTHING
### Act I: The Spark Ethan Cross stood in the supermarket aisle for twelve minutes before making a decision. The decision was about cereal. There were fourteen brands on the shelf, from store-brand corn flakes at three dollars a box to artisanal granola at nine dollars, and Ethan was trying to choose one. Not because he was hungry—hunger was not the issue. The issue was that each choice carried...

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2026-05-29 00:29:51 -

The Undertaker's Son
I. The body of Mrs. Gable arrived on a Tuesday. Frank Kross had called it in from the phone — Mrs. Gable had died in her sleep, heart failure, the doctor had signed the certificate, and the family wanted a viewing on Thursday. Standard. Billy prepared the body in the morning, while the town was still waking up and the funeral home smelled like coffee and formaldehyde. He felt it when he touched...

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2026-06-03 08:30:00 -

THE QUIET END
Frank O'Malley woke at six in the morning. It was not an alarm clock that woke him. It was the habit of waking at six, established twelve years ago in a base camp in the Ho Chi Minh Trail and never broken, even after he broke everything else. He lay in the dark. The apartment was small—one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen that was really just a corner with a stove and a refrigerator the size of...

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2026-05-26 15:43:43 -

THE SIGNAL FROM LILY BRENNAN
The 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...

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2026-05-31 15:39:10 -

THE SIGNAL FROM LILY BRENNAN
The 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...

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2026-05-28 14:56:44 -

THE LAST LIGHT OF NEW CARTHAGE
I found Grandfather's diary in the cellar on a Tuesday in October, 1872. The house was cold—the coal fire had been banked too early, as it always is when one lives alone—and the smell of damp stone and forgotten things rose to meet me as I descended the narrow stairs with a candle in my hand. There, behind a stack of water-stained furniture covers, in a tin box whose lock had rusted solid, was...

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2026-05-28 19:48:29 -

THE MIRROR IN THE BASEMENT
ACT I: THE WINDOWLESS ROOM Lord Alistair Finch-Worthingham inherited Blackwood Park on a Tuesday in November, which seemed appropriate: Tuesdays were the kind of days on which serious things happened—inheritances, deaths, the slow realization that one's life has been a performance for an audience that stopped watching years ago. The house was exactly as one might expect a country house named...

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