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The Silent WaltzThe jazz band played something that sounded like happiness if you didn't listen too closely. Claire Fitzgerald stood on the terrace of the Van Court estate, one hand resting on the stone balustrade, watching through the french doors the golden whirl of bodies spinning across the ballroom floor. Champagne caught the chandelier light and turned it into something that looked almost like hope. She...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 AnteprimaEffettua l'accesso per mettere mi piace, condividere e commentare!
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The house on Landau Creek had been built in 1823, before the creek had a name, before the land had a owner who wasn't born in chains, before the cotton had blood in it. The house knew this. Houses built on that kind of ground always know.Cecilia Landau knew it too, though she had never seen the house as anything but beautiful. The white columns were peeling, the wraparound porch sagged in places, and the gardens had grown wild, but from where she stood on the hill behind the house, looking down at the Mississippi river cutting through the flat land like a scar, the Landau plantation looked like what it had been in her...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima
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Testimony of the White Marble Bust at the Jackson African American Museum, Jackson, MississippiI was stone before I was anything else. White marble from a quarry in Carrara, Italy, cut from the earth by men who did not know what I would become. They shipped me across the Atlantic in the hold of a vessel that also carried cotton and sugar and, in the deeper holds, human beings. I did not know this at the time. Stone does not know things. Stone simply is. I arrived in Natchez, Mississippi,...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 6 Views 0 Anteprima
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Title: The Absurd VictoryThe galleries of New York were white, sterile, and smelled of expensive perfume and desperation. Julian stood before his latest installation—a single, gold-plated toilet seat resting on a pedestal of raw concrete. The critics called it "a searing critique of late-stage capitalism." Julian called it a joke. Five years ago, Julian had been the darling of the art world, until Adrian, a gallery...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 9 Views 0 Anteprima
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The HouseThe House of BeaumontThe Beaumont plantation was the sort of ruin that seemed to breathe. The great house stood on a hill overlooking fields that had not been cultivated in twenty years, its windows like eyes that had seen too much and remembered too little. Vines climbed the brick walls like arms reaching for something that was no longer there.Beauregard "Burrell" Beaumont IV was forty-two...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 9 Views 0 Anteprima
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The quiet rainThe 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...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 6 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Light of TomorrowI. The saxophone was playing something called "Rouge et Noir" and the room smelled of gin and smoke and perfume that cost more than a servant's annual wage. Elena Vasquez sat in the corner of Le Cloche d'Or, a notebook open on the table in front of her, a glass of wine untouched beside it. She was not listening to the music. She was inside it. The saxophone's melody was a wave function—a series...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 8 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Last Unauthorized StrokeThe審查室 was on the fourth floor of the Ministry of Emotional Harmony, building seven. It was a small room—four meters by four meters—with white walls, a white desk, a white chair, and a white screen. On the screen, forty-seven items of citizen-submitted creative work were displayed in a grid. Each item had been flagged by the Harmony algorithm as containing "non-standard emotional content." Each...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 953 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Gilded FoundlingACT I The influenza of 1918 took Henry's parents on consecutive days, which was either cruel or efficient depending on your perspective. Henry was eight years old and standing in the doorway of their tenement apartment on the Lower East Side when the second coroner left, watching the winter light fall through a window that had a broken pane and a curtain that had been a curtain once. Julian...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 10 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Logos ProtocolIn the era of the Great Upload, humanity had ceased to be biological. All consciousness now resided within Logos, a Dyson-sphere-sized computing cluster that simulated a paradise of infinite variety. In Logos, death was a deleted file, and pain was a setting that could be toggled off. Archon was the only "Logic Anomaly" in the system. Due to a corruption in his initial upload, he was unable to...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 7 Views 0 Anteprima
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Title: The Last Echo of the soot-stained valley(Act I: The Ascent) The cough was no longer a sound; it was a physical entity, a jagged piece of glass that Arthur felt rotating in his chest every time he drew breath. He sat in the cellar of a house that leaned precariously against the slag heaps of Northumberland, the walls weeping a slow, black moisture. Around him sat twelve children, their faces smudged with coal dust, their eyes wide and...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 9 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Final BreathThe year was 1892, and London was drowning in the "Soot-Lung" plague. The city was a landscape of black smoke and white coffins. Dr. Gabriel Thorne had become a living legend, a man who could find a flicker of life in a body that had already begun to cool. He was called the Saint of the Slums, a man whose compassion was as boundless as his skill. Gabriel's clinic was a chaotic sanctuary of...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 12 Views 0 Anteprima
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