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  • The Obsidian Bond
    In the neon-drenched sprawl of San Junipero, where the rain tasted of copper and the skyscrapers were laced with holographic vines, Julian lived in the "Low-Light"—the subterranean layers of the city where the sunlight was a paid subscription and the law was a suggestion. He was a "Splicer," a black-market surgeon who could weave synthetic nerves into organic flesh, turning broken people into...
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  • The Pattern in the Mind
    ACT I: THE DISCOVERY Dr. James Whitfield was thirty-eight when he found it. Not a cure, not a miracle, but a pattern—a sequence of neural firing that, when replicated, produced cognitive abilities that exceeded the normal range by a factor that made his colleagues call it impossible and his funding agency call it promising. The compound was derived from a synthetic peptide he had been studying...
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  • THE SILENT PARTNER
    The radio crackled with news I had orchestrated but never intended to hear broadcast. "Federal investigators arrive in Blackwater, probing mass death event..." I sat in the corner booth of Finch's Saloon, watching the dust settle on my whiskey glass. The neon sign above the bar flickered—OPEN, then OFF, then OPEN again—like the moral certainty of men who had never had to make difficult...
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  • The Black Signal
    I. The rain had been falling on Los Angeles for three days when Mrs. Voss walked into my office. She wore a black dress that cost more than my car and a look on her face that said she had already decided I was not going to help her. "My husband is dead," she said. "The police say it was an accident. I do not." I looked at her. She was beautiful in the way that beautiful women in Los Angeles...
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  • The Sterling Algorithm
    In the glass towers of New York, power is not inherited; it is engineered. Maximilian Sterling had engineered the most powerful asset management firm in the world, a machine that could predict market crashes and manufacture fortunes. He was the architect of the new world, a man who believed that human emotion was simply a noise in the data. Dominic, the CEO and son-in-law, was the perfect...
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  • The Starlight Project
    Eleanor Vanderbilt did not believe in ghosts. She believed in ledgers, in property holdings, in the solid arithmetic of wealth. But when Nick Callahan described the man on Long Island—the man who claimed to have found a crack in the universe—she felt something she could not name settle in her chest. "Tell me again," she said. Nick shifted in his chair. The Vanderbilt drawing room was warm and...
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  • The Plague of Blackwood Manor
    I found the first one in the scullery. It was three days after Sir Sebastian returned from India, and the house was still settling into its old rhythms after the disruption of his absence. I had risen early, as was my custom, to inspect the kitchens before the cook came down. The gas lamps were still dim, casting long shadows across the flagstones, when I saw her—Martha, the kitchen maid—lying...
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  • The Pattern in the Blueprint
    The first time I met Edward Hartwell, I thought he was the kind of man who would return your shopping cart at the supermarket. Dr. Helena Cross, military psychologist, London School of Economics. That's my title, at least. My actual job, as described in the contract signed by a security consulting firm called Meridian Global, was to conduct a psychological evaluation of a "high-profile defense...
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  • THE BEAUTY OF DEATH
    The rain had been falling on London for eleven days when the order arrived. Captain Shane Holt sat in the train compartment watching fog swallow the suburbs, his fingers resting on the ring in his pocket. Elena's ring. Five years since she disappeared near Whitechapel. Five years since he had held her hand in a hospital in Dover and watched her breathe stop with the quiet dignity of a woman who...
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  • The Starlight Project
    The watch had stopped at 4:19 on a Tuesday that had not yet arrived. I first noticed it in Florence, three weeks after I woke up in a hospital bed with a heart attack that hadn't happened yet. The smartwatch—my Apple, still charged, still connected to nothing—displayed a date that made no sense: October 19, 2029. Black Tuesday. The day the markets would crash, the day I would lose everything,...
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  • The Glass Ceiling
    Act I: The Heir Apparent (20%) Elena was born into the silver-spoon world of the Sterling Investment Group, but she was treated as a decorative asset, a piece of jewelry to be worn at corporate galas. Her stepmother, Victoria, had entered the family through a strategic marriage and had spent a decade turning the firm into a fortress of her own making. "You have the name, Elena, but I have the...
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  • The Last Delivery
    The Last DeliveryBrian Gallagher worked for a cleaning company that had a brochure. The brochure was blue and showed a smiling woman holding a feather duster in front of a building that looked nothing like the buildings Brian cleaned. The buildings Brian cleaned were offices for companies that sold insurance and shipping and things people did not think about until they needed them.He cleaned...
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