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THE LAST LIGHTThe antenna was old. That was the first thing Matt Wheeler noticed when he arrived at Outpost Delta—that everything about it was old. The dish was scratched and faded. The transmitter unit was a model that had been discontinued five years ago. The cables were frayed in places and patched with electrical tape in others. It was the kind of equipment that the Army kept because replacing it would...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 ReviewsPlease log in to like, share and comment!
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The Adaptation of Clara DouglasThe first thing Clara learned after she took the mushrooms was that time was not a river. It was a tree. And she had been climbing the wrong branch her entire life. She discovered this on a Tuesday afternoon in the back room of The Emerald, with the leather pouch open on her lap and the crushed mushrooms bitter on her tongue. The world did not dissolve this time. Instead, it crystallized. Every...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Mirror at BlackthorneI. The accident happened on a wet road outside Edinburgh on a November evening in 1893, and the word "accident" is the first of many lies in this story. An accident implies that something was meant to happen and went wrong. What happened to Morwenna was not wrong. It went exactly right, in the sense that a fall from a height always goes right until it goes left, and when Morwenna's horse...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
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Antigen — The Woman Who Would Not Let GoThe Cross family was a healthy organism, by the standards of Los Angeles high society. Vincent Cross was a successful investor. Eleanor Cross was a respected philanthropist. Tommy Cross was a promising race car driver. They had money, status, and a reputation that had been carefully cultivated over three decades. They were an immune system that recognized and rejected anything foreign. Vicky...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
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The Teaspoon of Black Pepper That Broke a KitchenArthur Pendelton had been chasing the flavour of his dead wife's cooking for three years and eleven thousand miles, and it all came undone because of a single teaspoon of black pepper. The kitchen was a gas-station café in Tonopah, Nevada—the kind of place where the coffee was brewed at dawn and reheated until dusk, where the menu was printed on a single laminated sheet, where the regulars sat...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
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Beneath the PermafrostStation 47 was a concrete bunker half-buried in permafrost, two hundred kilometers from the nearest town, which was itself more myth than settlement. The temperature outside was minus forty degrees. The wind blew from the north, a constant, unrelenting force that made the sound of itself the only thing you heard when you stood outside, which you did not do often because the cold would find your...0 Comments 0 Shares 5 Views 0 Reviews
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The jazz of fading starsThe 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....0 Comments 0 Shares 6 Views 0 Reviews
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The Builder of 1922The jazz was still playing when James Hartley first entered the simulation. It was 1922, and Chicago smelled of rain and distant smoke. James had been walking for twenty minutes through the wet streets before he found the Olympus Corp office. He had been walking for three years, ever since he came home from France with a head full of holes and a heart full of nothing. The office was on the...0 Comments 0 Shares 8 Views 0 Reviews
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The Starlight CurrentThe first time I saw Leviathan, it was dying. I remember the day with a clarity that surprises me, even now, at sixty-seven. It was October 1924, and the Atlantic was the colour of hammered lead. Our research vessel, the Meridian, had been tracking a unusual thermal current off the coast of Maine when the nets came up tangled with something that was not fish. Dr. Whitfield was already on the...0 Comments 0 Shares 789 Views 0 Reviews
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Celeste finally looked up. "What kind of doctor?"The humidity in Mississippi did not simply exist—it pressed. It settled on Celeste DuBois's skin like a second layer of clothing, heavy and inescapable, carrying with it the scent of magnolia and decay. She stood at the edge of the clearing, her notebook in hand, studying the bones that had been found beneath the roots of a live oak that had seen more death than most churches. "Another one,"...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
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The Ore of EternityThe Ore of Eternity I. The ore glowed faintly in the beam of Jake Morrow's helmet lamp, a colour that his visor's spectral analyzer couldn't name. It wasn't green or blue or the orange-gold of the copper veins he'd been mining for eighteen years. It was more like the colour of deep water under moonlight, or the way a soap bubble looks when you hold it up to a dying fire. "Kelsey," Jake said...0 Comments 0 Shares 10 Views 0 Reviews
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The Harmony DirectiveThe Harmony Directive I. Officer 847 had been deleting thoughts for eleven years, and he was very good at it. In the society known as Consensus, every citizen's neural activity was monitored continuously by an artificial intelligence that had been optimized over decades to produce perfect social equilibrium. The AI—the Consensus—flagged thoughts that deviated from the harmonized norm:...0 Comments 0 Shares 15 Views 0 Reviews
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