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Shadow in the AtticThe State of Missouri Psychological Facility was not a hospital. It was a warehouse for broken people, and I was the night watchman who locked the doors at eleven and unlocked them at seven and pretended that nothing happened in between. My name is Dale Rutherford. I'm forty-two years old, I drive a '78 Ford pickup that starts maybe three days a week, and I was divorced because my wife told me...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 2 Views 0 voorbeeldPlease log in to like, share and comment!
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THE RECLAMATION OF STONEThe rain in New York does not wash things clean. It only makes the soot slicker, turns the cobblestones into rivers of oil and mud. I stood on the sidewalk outside the building on Wall Street and watched the gas lamps flicker through the downpour, their yellow haloes dissolving into the fog that rolled off the Hudson like the breath of something ancient and dying. Inside, on a steel cot in the...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 1 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Absurdity of InsectsI. The first physicist died on a Wednesday, which was already suspicious—physicists don't tend to die on Wednesdays, any more than accountants die on Fridays or poets die on Mondays. There's a rhythm to death, a professional identity that the dead maintain even in extinction. Dr. Richard Pemberton died on a Wednesday, and his colleague Dr. Sarah Whitmore died on a Thursday, and then a young...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 4 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The rain in Los Angeles does not cleanse. It merely rearranges the grime.Marcus Cole woke up in a motel off the 101 with a head wound that felt like someone had driven a railroad spike through his left temple and a Federal Bureau of Investigation warrant on his phone that said he was a murderer. The phone was not his. It belonged to a dead man named Derek Walsh, and Marcus had taken it from Walsh's desk in a classified raid in Helmand Province forty-seven days ago....0 Reacties 0 aandelen 2 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Immortal and the ForgottenThe Immortal and the Forgotten Eleanor stood in the churchyard of St. Swithin's on a Tuesday in March, 1923, and looked at the weathered headstone. The name on it was Eleanor Price. The date was 1887. The epitaph read: HERE RESTS A WOMAN WHO LOVED TOO MUCH AND LIVED TOO LONG. She touched the stone with a gloved hand. The leather was worn thin at the fingertips. The stone itself was older than...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 4 Views 0 voorbeeld
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THE SILVER VEILBampton, Yorkshire, 1888 The mist clung to the moors like a shroud, and in the narrow streets of Bampton, where the cobbles gleamed wet under gaslight and the wind carried the salt-tang of the North Sea, a woman arrived who would change everything. Her name was Lin Meiling, though she told people to call her Mary Lin. She came with two trunks and a small iron box of tools, renting the ground...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 6 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The First LightI. They begin with clay. This is the first truth, the one that connects the man kneeling on the riverbank in Mesopotamia in the year five thousand before the birth of a religion that has not yet been born to the woman standing on a platform in the year three thousand after it, looking up at a nebula that is the direct descendant of a cloud of gas and dust that was, in some sense, the same...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 6 Views 0 voorbeeld
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Isabella Windsor was not mad. She knew this with a certainty that bordered on obsession, even as the voices in her head grew louder, even as the mirror in her bedroom began to show her things that were not there.London, 1893. The city was a place of contrasts—gaslit streets and electric lamps, grand mansions and slum tenements, scientific progress and superstitious fear. Isabella lived in a townhouse on Belgrave Square, the daughter of an aristocratic family that had fallen on hard times, forced to send her to finishing schools and society balls in the hope of securing a wealthy husband. But Isabella...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 7 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Broadcast of Youth## Act I: The Frequency (20%) The signal arrived on a Thursday in October, three days before Thomas Vance died. Thomas had been a radio pioneer, one of the men who had first sent voice across the Atlantic, and at one hundred and thirty he was still sharp enough to calibrate a crystal detector with trembling fingers. Thomas lay in his bed in the East Village, surrounded by coils and condensers...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 9 Views 0 voorbeeld
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What the Dutch Oven Remembered(A Materialization / Object Narration) ======================================== Sample 23199 | V07 | 1834 | Post: The Neverending Walk Theme Overlay: Food / Cooking | Model: 7. Materialized Narration ======================================== The Dutch oven records only what touches it. It does not know that it is called a Dutch oven. It does not know that it was purchased at a kitchen supply...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 8 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Second Law of YoungstownThe first law of thermodynamics says that energy cannot be created or destroyed. The second law says that everything tends toward disorder. Youngstown, Ohio, had been obeying the second law for forty years. The steel mills had closed one by one, and the energy that had once flowed through those furnaces had not been destroyed but simply dispersed, scattered across the Midwest like seeds...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 10 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Double Life of Thomas VanceThomas 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...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 9 Views 0 voorbeeld
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