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  • 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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  • The Wish Merchant
    The box fit in Tommy O'Brien's palm like it had been made for him. Which, he supposed, it had been. Made by the man who'd handed it to him in the back room of the Velvet Lounge, a man who introduced himself only as Mr. White and who smelled like expensive whiskey and expensive lies. "It hears wishes," Mr. White said. He was a tall man, thin in the way that men who live by their wits tend to...
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  • The Silent Array
    The desert did not forgive mistakes. It simply erased them. Jack Morrison drove his Honda across the New Mexico flats at dawn, the steering wheel cracked and warm against his palms. He had no idea where he was going. The man who hired him had given him a single address: Site 17, via Highway 60, turn left at the water tower, follow the gravel road for twelve miles. No name, no logo, no...
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  • The Velvet Frequency
    The Velvet Frequency The green light blinked at the end of the dock the way green lights do—indifferent, distant, belonging to someone else. Jack Calloway stood in the parking lot behind his apartment in Greenwich Village and watched it through the windshield of his Ford, one hand on the wheel, one hand holding a beer he'd opened twenty minutes ago and had not finished because finishing it...
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  • Final Roll
    The fog did not lift from Blackhollow Manor. It thickened. It pressed against the stained-glass windows like a living thing, patient and hungry. Arthur Blackwood stood in the foyer, his father\'s pocket watch heavy in his vest pocket. It was the only thing he had left that was not mortgaged, not pledged, not promised to some creditor whose name he no longer remembered. The watch had belonged to...
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  • Sample V-02: The Seed of Eternity
    (Setting: Jazz Age New York, 1924) The party at the penthouse was a whirlwind of champagne, sequins, and the frantic, syncopated rhythms of a saxophone that seemed to mock the very idea of silence. Leo stood on the balcony, overlooking the glittering sprawl of Manhattan, feeling the familiar void opening up in his chest. Around him, the "Lost Generation" danced on the edge of a volcano,...
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  • # The Two-Dimensional Man
    The phone rang at two in the morning, which was the kind of hour when calls are either emergencies or jokes. Jack Callahan was prepared for both. He reached for the receiver on the fourth ring, took a swallow of rye whiskey from the bottle on his desk, and said, "Callahan." The voice on the other end was a woman's, nervous and professional at the same time, like someone who had spent years...
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  • THE LAST LIGHT OF NEW CARTHAGE
    I found Grandfather's diary in the cellar on a Tuesday in October, 1872. The house was cold—the coal fire had been banked too early, as it always is when one lives alone—and the smell of damp stone and forgotten things rose to meet me as I descended the narrow stairs with a candle in my hand. There, behind a stack of water-stained furniture covers, in a tin box whose lock had rusted solid, was...
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  • The Clear Sight
    Act I: The Commission The letter arrived on a Tuesday, delivered by a boy in a cap who looked at the brownstone on Fifth Avenue as if it might bite him. Thomas Callahan read it by the light of his office window, which overlooked a street that smelled of coal smoke and ambition. Dear Mr. Callahan: My father believes you are the man for this work. He says you have eyes that see what others miss,...
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  • The Double Life of Thomas Vance
    Thomas 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...
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  • The Signal from Oak Hollow
    Act I The basement door had not been opened in twenty years, not since her father died, and Bell Thorne stood before it on the landing, the flashlight beam trembling in her hand, and wondered if she was mad to be doing this. The house above her groaned. It always groaned now, the timber contracting in the cool night air, the plaster cracking in places that had been cracked before she was born...
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  • THE PEOPLE'S ENGINE
    ### Act I: The Spark James Callahan first understood what engineering meant at the age of twelve, when he was sent into the depths of the Homestead Steel Plant to unclog a jammed conveyor belt that had brought the entire rolling mill to a halt. The foreman had given him a choice: crawl through the gap between two moving rollers, or watch his father lose a week's wages for the downtime. James...
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