Bruce Hall

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2026-06-09 01:56:30 -

Sample V-05: The Algorithm of Solitude
(Psychological Thriller) Marcus lived in a world of right angles and white noise. His apartment in Manhattan was a shrine to minimalism: a grey sofa, a glass table, and a single, high-resolution monitor that displayed the fluctuating heartbeats of the global market. As a senior analyst, Marcus didn't see people; he saw patterns. He didn't feel emotions; he calculated probabilities. The "Star"...

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2026-06-14 10:01:03 -

The last light of New Carthage
She came to him on a night like any other—fog pressing against the gas lamps of the city, tide grinding itself against the limestone cliffs below the harbor. But this night, Arthur Blackwood was not himself. He had been awake for three days and two nights, pacing the stone floor of his study at Blackwood Manor, surrounded by pages of calculations that no sane man would believe. Then she...

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2026-06-06 23:54:37 -

The Truth-Tally
(Act I: Initiation) In the New York of the near future, the air was thick with the smell of ozone and the frantic energy of a city that had finally quantified the soul. We didn't use money for everything anymore; we used Truth-Credits. It was all thanks to "The Tally," a biometric implant that recorded every single interaction, every flicker of intent, and every whispered lie. If you were...

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2026-06-06 22:43:17 -

V-01: The Fog of Longing
(Victorian Melancholy) The mist did not merely cling to the grey stones of Blackwood Academy; it seemed to breathe, a heavy, damp shroud that muffled the screams of the wind and the secrets of the students. Maya stepped through the iron gates, her black wool dress absorbing the chill of the 1884 autumn. She was a governess, a woman of modest means and an uncommon heart, hired to teach a class...

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2026-06-07 22:44:37 -

The Patient from Below
The asylum had been closed for twenty years before the Sleep came, but the children of Boston knew it by reputation the way children know about forbidden places: through whispers and warnings and the peculiar silence that falls over a room when someone mentions the Holloway Asylum in a voice that suggests they have been told not to speak of it at all. Theo Ashworth had never been inside. He was...

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2026-06-03 17:27:58 -

I was twenty-six when I learned that the world was ending, and the first thing I did was buy a ticket to Long Island.
The document had come to me in a plain brown envelope, no return address, delivered by a boy who refused to make eye contact. I was living in a walk-up on West Eighty-Sixth Street, subsisting on gin, typewriter ribbons, and the occasional advance from a magazine that published poetry nobody read. My name is Jay Frost, and until that Tuesday in March of 1925, I believed the most important thing...

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2026-06-12 19:38:53 -

Title: The Horizon of Dust
(Act I: The Spark) The wagon train stretched across the Kansas prairie like a wounded serpent. The Miller family—three generations of stubbornness and hope—moved westward under a sun that bleached the world white. Elias, the patriarch, clutched a map that was more ink-blot than geography. His son, Thomas, believed in the science of the new age, while his grandson, Caleb, dreamed of cities made...

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2026-06-10 01:02:50 -

Silent Echoes
The rain had been falling for eleven days. Not hard rain. Just a steady, grey drip that turned everything to mud and made the sky look like an old photograph left out in the weather. Frankie sat in the last row of the Paramount Theatre and watched the dust motes floating in the light from a hole in the ceiling. The projector was dead. The screen was torn. The seats had been ripped apart years...

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2026-06-02 12:38:28 -

The Puppeteer's Symphony
Leo loved the silence of the city. In the New York that remained, silence was the only thing that didn't lie. He was the Architect of the Spire, a fortress built within the shell of the Chrysler Building. To the five hundred children who lived there, Leo was a god. He provided the electricity, the filtered water, and the only remaining library of physical books. In exchange, they gave him their...

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2026-06-10 12:46:47 -

The Scavengers of Truth
The town of Oakhaven had been dead for twenty years; it just hadn't stopped breathing. It was a place of rusted silos and porches that sagged like tired eyelids. Elias lived at the end of a dirt road in a house that looked like it had been assembled from the wreckage of a dozen other houses. He was a man of silence and gin, a former physicist who had retreated from the world into a cocoon of...

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2026-06-09 06:52:40 -

THE CONTAGION
I. The door was in the basement of a building that didn't have a basement. Jack Morretti had been hired to find a missing woman—Margaret Linney, thirty-two, worked at an insurance company on Fifth Avenue, lived in an apartment on the Upper West Side. She'd stopped coming home three weeks ago. Her husband, a mild-mannered actuary named Linney, had called Jack because the police had told him to...

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2026-06-08 23:27:31 -

The Silent Protocol
The rain in London did not fall; it drifted, a grey shroud that clung to the soot-stained brick of the East End. Arthur Penhaligon sat in the dim light of his study, the air thick with the smell of old parchment and stale tobacco. He was a man of precise habits and profound silences, a disgraced archivist who had discovered a truth that made the world feel like a fragile glass ornament. For...

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