Bruce Hall

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2026-05-29 23:08:21 -

THE GARDEN OF TOMORROW
A Collection of Ten Short Stories I. THE STARLIGHT LESSON Nora Chen had never seen a star. She was born blind, congenital optic nerve atrophy, the doctors said. No treatment available. No hope. She was eight years old when her grandfather first told her about the stars, sitting beside her on the porch of his house in Pasadena, his old radio telescope pointed at the sky she could not see....

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2026-06-04 19:50:06 -

The Shadow Manor
The Shadow Manor ACT I — THE AWAKENING The mirror in the cellar had been there since before Edgar could remember. It stood in the corner of the manor's oldest wing, framed in dark wood that seemed to swallow the candlelight rather than reflect it. On the night his mother died—Clara Hawthorne, fallen from the grand staircase in the winter of 1897—Edgar found himself drawn to it against his...

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2026-06-03 10:33:53 -

The woman walked into my office at midnight wearing a black dress and carrying...
I was sitting behind my desk, a glass of rye in my hand and a case file I wasn't reading open in front of me. The file belonged to a missing person--a bookkeeper named Harold Voss who'd vanished from his apartment in East Harlem three days earlier. Voss had a wife, two kids, and a habit of disappearing for weekends that he never explained. I'd been tracking him for three days and had learned...

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2026-05-31 02:23:19 -

The Stone-Keeper of Blackwood Quarry
Act I William Blackwood found him on a Tuesday in October, curled against the face of the quarry where the rain had washed the clay bare. He was no older than two, wrapped in a rough wool blanket the color of dried blood, his skin the shade of wet slate. William, who had been inspecting a seam of limestone, saw the child and stopped so abruptly that his hammer slipped from his fingers and...

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2026-05-30 20:13:30 -

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2026-05-28 10:39:03 -

The Ring Protocol
I. Jack Malone was a private investigator in Los Angeles in 1954, and he was having a bad week. His office was on Sunset Boulevard, third floor, no elevator, and the sign on the door said "Jack Malone - Private Investigations" in letters that were fading faster than his patience. He was thirty-eight, ex-Military Police, discharged after Korea because he asked too many questions and didn't...

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2026-05-26 21:06:43 -

The Last Schoolmaster
The schoolhouse stood on a hill outside Philadelphia, visible from the road as a small stone building with a single bell and a flagpole that held no flag. Inside, Aodhan MacAllister was teaching Euclid's Proposition 47 to three children who were too young to understand why it mattered. "Listen," he said, tapping the chalkboard. "When the square is constructed on the hypotenuse of a right...

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2026-05-27 02:13:01 -

The Shadow Engine
The fog that night was thicker than usual, as if London itself were holding its breath. Edgar Blackwood stood in his laboratory at the Royal Society, his fingers trembling slightly as they hovered over the brass dials of the machine his grandfather had left him.The quantum steam engine was a thing of beauty and terror. Brass pipes coiled like serpents around a central chamber of polished...

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2026-05-29 02:11:36 -

The Glass Ceiling
The air in the 40th floor of the Sterling-Vane tower was filtered, chilled, and devoid of any scent other than the faint, metallic tang of expensive air conditioning. Sarah stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the yellow cabs of Manhattan. From this height, the people looked like ants, and the city looked like a circuit board. Sarah was a prodigy of numbers. At twenty-six, she...

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2026-06-04 18:17:13 -

The Meridian Takeover
The Meridian TakeoverAct I — The Lobby (20%)The marble floor of the Meridian Building reflected Marcus Donovan's face as he walked through the lobby—a man of forty-three, tall and thin, with a face that had been designed by years of never showing emotion and had succeeded beyond its own expectations.The young guard at the desk looked up. "Welcome home, Mr. Donovan."Marcus smiled. It was a...

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Bruce Hall bir ses eklendi Other
2026-05-26 08:05:42 -

Void Meridian: The Genetic Vessel - V03_New_Weird Variant
Act I The rain in New Los Angeles was not natural. It had not been natural for seventeen years, ever since the Atmospheric Processing Corporation had completed installation of the filtration matrix and the rain had begun carrying genetic material — sequences of coded DNA that settled on skin and entered through lungs and changed the people who breathed it, incrementally, imperceptibly, the way...

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2026-05-24 11:28:50 -

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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