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The Smith's SonThe desert beyond Antioch was a vast and merciless place, the kind of desolation that made men question every choice that had brought them there. On the third day of crossing it, the six scouts were down to four, their water skins light, their spirits lighter still. Elias of Blacksmith's End walked in the middle of the formation, his small frame moving with the steady, inexorable pace of...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 0 Vue 0 AperçuConnectez-vous pour aimer, partager et commenter!
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The Silent ProtocolThe rain in London did not fall; it drifted, a grey shroud that clung to the soot-stained brick of the East End. Arthur Penhaligon sat in the dim light of his study, the air thick with the smell of old parchment and stale tobacco. He was a man of precise habits and profound silences, a disgraced archivist who had discovered a truth that made the world feel like a fragile glass ornament. For...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 2 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Dawn ArkEvelyn Hart stood on the platform of Ark Five and watched the sunrise over the Manhattan ruins. The morning light caught the windmill she had designed herself—twelve stories tall, painted the color of dawn. Around it, three hundred souls were unpacking crates, testing soil, learning to live. This was not an escape. This was a beginning. "The soil tests are promising," said Francis Chang, her...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 1 Vue 0 Aperçu
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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 Commentaires 0 Parts 5 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Iron WardenThe storm broke over Yorkshire at half past nine on a Tuesday in October, 1888. Clara Thorne felt the house shudder as the first bolt struck the church tower three miles away. She stood in the workshop doorway, her breath fogging in the cold air, and watched her uncle Edgar pace before the great iron machine that filled the centre of the room like a crouching beast. "Edgar," she said, "the...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 8 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The GymThe gym was under the French Quarter and it smelled like sweat and humidity and something that might have been perfume or might have been decay. It was impossible to tell in New Orleans. Ruby stood in the doorway and watched the fighters move—circles in the dim light, like planets orbiting a dim star. The puncher hit the bag with a rhythm that sounded like rain on a tin roof. The spacer moved...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 10 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Herb of CompassionThe gunshot cracked through the Harlem night like fire breaking through thin paper. I was two blocks from my garden plot on 135th Street, gathering evening primrose under the orange glow of a streetlamp, when I heard it. Then I heard screaming. I ran toward the sound, my satchel of herbs swinging against my hip, and found a woman in a tattered white mink coat lying in an alley between a...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 2 Vue 0 Aperçu
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THE CHIMNEY SWEEP'S LABTHE CHIMNEY SWEEP'S LABA Detective's Guide to Scientific DisastersI. THE FIRE BELOWThe first thing you learn when you're a PI in this city is that every fire has a cause. The second thing you learn is that the cause is almost never what it seems.My name is Elias Vance. I used to be a physicist. I worked at Princeton on theoretical models of energy propagation—fire, basically, but fancy. Then my...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 4 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Weight of White LaceThe rain had not ceased for three days. It fell upon Covent Garden in a steady, indifferent sheet, drumming against the windowpanes of the coffee house where Arthur Blackwood sat with a cup of cold tea and a mind that refused to settle on anything but the shape of his own ruin. He was thirty-four years old and already a ghost in his own life. His father's disgrace had consumed everything: the...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 9 Vue 0 Aperçu
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Sample V-04: The Velvet Noose(Film Noir) Act I: The King of Secrets Leo sat in the dim light of his office, the air thick with the smell of expensive tobacco and old regrets. In 1947 Los Angeles, Leo was the man who knew everything. As the most powerful producer in Hollywood, he didn't just make movies; he made stars and broke lives. He held the secrets of every senator and starlet in a series of black leather notebooks....0 Commentaires 0 Parts 17 Vue 0 Aperçu
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ACT IDr. 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...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 18 Vue 0 Aperçu
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The Man Who CountedJulian Voss was thirty-four years old and the best social risk actuary at Meridian Global Consulting, which was a fancy way of saying he sat in a glass tower in midtown Manhattan and used equations to predict how likely people were to cause problems for the people who paid him. His job was not to solve the problems. His job was to tell his clients which problems were worth solving and which...0 Commentaires 0 Parts 21 Vue 0 Aperçu
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