Jackson Simmons

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2026-06-04 08:43:02 -

The Unkillable Man of Blackwater
Act One: The House That Remembered The drive from New Orleans to Blackwater took four hours through country that had forgotten how to grow anything but kudzu and resentment. Margaret Beauregard sat in the back seat of her husband's Ford and watched the landscape change from the ordered beauty of plantation gardens to the wild, tangled chaos of land that had never been tamed. Beauregard Manor...

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2026-05-30 17:03:39 -

The Price of the Truth
Marcus Thorne didn't believe in the beauty of the stars; he believed in their volatility. As a hedge fund manager in New York, Marcus viewed the universe as the ultimate market—a system of supply, demand, and inevitable crashes. While other men sought the secrets of the cosmos for enlightenment, Marcus sought them for leverage. The opportunity came when he acquired a set of leaked data from a...

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2026-06-01 12:16:39 -

The Last Flight of Danny Kowalski
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the grime slicker. Danny Kowalski sat in his airplane repair shop on Sunset Boulevard, listening to the rain drum against the corrugated tin roof and the radio playing a Benny Goodman record that sounded like it was coming from another world. He was thirty-two years old, six-foot-six, with a scar running from his left shoulder...

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2026-05-25 01:50:03 -

The quiet rain
The rain was falling on the hardware store the way rain falls on hardware stores all over the Midwest—not dramatically, not with the kind of intensity that makes you run for cover, but steadily, persistently, the kind of rain that soaks through your coat without you noticing until you are already wet. James Kellerman was behind the counter, counting inventory. Nails. Screws. Washers. The kind...

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2026-05-31 19:39:44 -

ACT I
Dr. Julian Frost found his own biography in a Taiping archival document, written in 1854—twenty years before he was born. The discovery happened on a Tuesday, in the imperial archives of Tianjing, where Julian had spent the last three months cataloging rebel propaganda and religious texts for his forthcoming Oxford publication. He was thirty-two, a man of meticulous habits and rational...

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2026-05-27 06:46:34 -

The Glass Ceiling
Leo viewed the world as a series of vulnerabilities. As a senior analyst at Sterling & Thorne, the most predatory investment bank in Manhattan, he was the man they called when a target needed to be dismantled. He didn't just read balance sheets; he read the fear and greed hidden between the lines. Leo was a product of the very system he served—a scholarship kid from a dying rust-belt town who...

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2026-06-02 02:13:44 -

The Genesis Decay (V-04)
The walls of the ward are a shade of white that doesn't exist in nature. It is a sterile, aggressive white, designed to erase the memory of the sun and the scent of rain. I lie here, strapped to a bed that feels like a coffin, listening to the rhythmic hum of the ventilators and the distant, clinical footsteps of the doctors. They call me Patient 402. To the staff of the Saint Jude Institute, I...

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2026-05-29 19:23:56 -

The House on Chemist's Lane
The house stood at the end of Chemist's Lane, which was not its real name. The real name had been lost, like so many other things in this part of Mississippi, swallowed by time and humidity and the slow decay that claimed everything in the county. But the people in town called it Chemist's Lane, because that was what the man in the house did. He was a chemist. Or a pharmacist. Or something else...

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2026-06-01 19:56:25 -

The Weight of a Pebble
(Act I: The Grey Shift) Sam lived in the town of Oakhaven, where the only thing more consistent than the rain was the sound of the factory whistle. For twenty years, he had worked in the stamping plant, his life a loop of grey concrete and metallic noise. He was a man of habits: the same coffee, the same route to work, the same silence at dinner. He didn't want power; he just wanted the noise...

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2026-06-01 11:32:54 -

The Black Signal
I. The package arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine, postmarked from nowhere I recognized. There was no return address. No note. Just my name, Jack Morretti, written in a hand that looked like it had been trained in a monastery and then ruined by whiskey. I opened it at the bar—Sal's Place, a dimly lit hole on Sunset Boulevard where the beer was warm and the patrons...

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2026-06-01 04:01:48 -

The Edge of Knowing
I. I woke in darkness. The water was at my waist and the walls were concrete and I did not know where I was. My name—no. I do not know my name. I know I am a doctor. A psychologist. I treat trauma. Post-traumatic stress. I sit in a chair and listen to people tell me about the things that broke them and then I try to put them back together. The water was cold. It moved slowly, like something...

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2026-06-01 03:10:30 -

The Glass Horizon
The city of Neo-Kyoto was a forest of obsidian and light, where the rain fell in rhythmic pulses and the wind smelled of ozone and old ink. In the shadow of the Great Spire, where the corporate lords lived in floating gardens, Julian lived in the "Under-City," a labyrinth of neon alleys and steam-filled vents. He was a "Memory-Sculptor," a technician who could prune the traumas of the wealthy,...

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