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  • No Witnesses
    The dame came into my office on a Tuesday. Tuesdays were always the worst days. Not because of the cases-there were never any good cases on a Tuesday-but because it meant the weekend had been a waste and Monday was just the apology for it and Tuesday was the morning after the morning after, when the hangover of bad decisions finally caught up with your ribs and started knocking. She was the...
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  • The mansion on blackwood hill
    The house had been dying for one hundred and fifty years, and Atticus Blackwood was its last physician. Or perhaps its last mourner. He was not sure which. Blackwood Manor stood on a hill above the Savannah River in South Carolina, a sprawling Victorian structure of faded white pillars and purple ivy that had grown over the cracks like a scar tissue trying to hold the building together. The...
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  • THE GLASS ALGORITHM
    I Jack Marlowe did not believe in fate. He believed in evidence. Evidence was something you could hold in your hand, something you could examine under a lamp, something you could follow from point A to point B without having to believe in anything you couldn't see. But the Glass Algorithm was making him reconsider. His latest client was a woman named Elena Vasquez. She was twenty-eight, wearing...
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  • The Zero-Sum Code
    The city of Neo-Solis was a paradise of logic. There was no crime, no poverty, and no unplanned death. Everything was governed by the "Symmetry Algorithm," a piece of code that ensured every citizen's life was a perfect balance of effort and reward. Kael was the lead architect of the Symmetry. He lived in the Core, the crystalline heart of the city, where he spent his days refining the code to...
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  • The Bright Road to Madison Square
    The basketball court in Harlem was made of cracked concrete and rusted iron hoops, but to Tony Russell it was the Colosseum. He was sixteen, Sicilian on his father's side and Irish on his mother's, which made him the colour of weak tea and twice as complicated. He wore a threadbare Giants jersey two sizes too big and basketball shoes held together with hope and duct tape. On that court, Tony...
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  • The Last Poet of Mars
    The ice crystals appeared on the surface of Mars on a Tuesday, though nobody on the colony recorded the date because Tuesdays on Mars were indistinguishable from Sol 2847 and every other Sol. They appeared in the Valles Marineris region, where the canyon walls rose three miles into a sky the color of faded rust. At first, the colonists thought it was a geological phenomenon—frost forming along...
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  • The Gold Fox Trap: British Class Satire Variant
    The Gold Fox Trap: British Class Satire Variant Batch 9 - Work ID 71750: The Gold Fox Trap Tensor: TI=45.0 (T3 Martyrdom), M=[4.0,1.5,9.5,4.0,7.0,6.0,2.0,0.3,2.5,3.0], N=[0.60,0.40], K=[0.45,0.55], theta=225 --- The Long Island woods were a privilege. The City of London woods — and there weren't many of them, what remained after the fire and the war and the general English inability to leave...
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  • 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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  • The Last Forge
    The fog lay thick over the Yorkshire moor when Thomas Harrow first found the body. It was November, 1843, and the heather had long since browned to the colour of old blood. Thomas was nineteen years old, though he looked older—the kind of older that comes from waking before dawn and working until the stars appear. He had been an orphan since he could remember, raised by old blacksmith William...
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  • The Ivory Horizon
    The humidity of the Congo Basin was a physical weight, a damp shroud that clung to Colonel Alistair Finch's starch-collared tunic. It was 1884, and the map of Africa was being carved into jagged pieces by men in distant European parlors. Finch, a man of the Queen's service and a devotee of the Royal Geographical Society, was not interested in the carving; he was interested in the void. Finch...
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  • The Echoes of the Threshold
    The village of Oakhaven existed in the "between." It was a place where the fog never truly lifted and the clocks ran on a logic that defied the calendar. To the outside world, Oakhaven was a smudge on a map, a forgotten hamlet in a valley that shouldn't exist. To its residents, it was the only reality that mattered. Julian was the village's "Tether," the man responsible for maintaining the...
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  • The Observatory of Lost Souls
    The red shift was not an anomaly. It was a death sentence. Dr. Alistair Blackwood sat before the great telescope on the Yorkshire coast, his eyes burning from three nights of continuous observation. The brass instruments gleamed in the lamplight, their polished surfaces reflecting the storm that raged outside. Wind howled across the moor like a thing in pain. Rain lashed the observatory windows...
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