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The Weight Traveling DownwardThe weight began in a dining room in New Orleans, in the autumn of 1923, at a table set for two. Richard DuBois sat at one end. His wife Celeste sat at the other. Between them, on the white linen tablecloth, lay the remnants of a meal that neither of them had tasted: roast chicken, green beans, a bottle of Bordeaux that Richard had opened but not poured. Richard was a man who believed in the...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 ReviewsPlease log in to like, share and comment!
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The Lady Named Fox --- Variant 4 Film Noir - The First Time Edward Whitmore Heard the Word FoxI. The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime wetter. I was sitting in my office on Sunset Boulevard, the kind of office that rents for twelve dollars a month and comes with a desk that has a wobble in the left leg and a chair that squeaks when you lean back and a window that looks out onto a brick wall and the neon sign of a noodle shop that buzzes like a...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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The Patient from BelowACT I: THE LISTENING The sanatorium sat on the edge of Whitechapel, where the fog never fully lifted and the gas lamps cast yellow circles on cobblestones that were perpetually damp. Julian Ashworth had been sent here by his physician after his "episode" at twenty-five—a nervous breakdown, the doctor called it, though Julian suspected the word "nervous" was a euphemism for something the doctor...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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Three Versions of Alistair MacRaeThe first version of Alistair MacRae was born on a Tuesday morning in March of 1856, in a small stone cottage on the outskirts of Edinburgh, the third son of a railway switchman and a woman who had once dreamed of being a schoolteacher. He was a quiet child, observant and precise, with a gift for mathematics and an aversion to crowds. At the age of fourteen, he apprenticed himself to the...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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The Patient from BelowACT I: THE SIGNAL Dr. Vivian Marsh first noticed the pattern on a Tuesday night, during the kind of shift that makes you question every life decision that led to you standing in a hospital corridor at 2 AM holding a cup of cold coffee. She was a third-year neurosurgery resident at Massachusetts General—twenty-nine years old, first generation college, the only person in her family who had ever...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
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ACT IThe Beauregard plantation looked like a dying animal: magnificent once, now skeletal, its ribs of white columns protruding through peeling paint like bone through rotting flesh. Elias Thorne stood at the gate and felt something he hadn't felt since Boston, something that was almost sympathy. He had come south as a Union intelligence officer, armed with maps and coded messages and a conviction...0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews
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The patient from belowDr. Eleanor Hart had been coming to the Blackwood Institute for three weeks when she first heard the word transfiguration. The patient who said it was in Room 217—the highest security room on the fourth floor, where the walls were padded with beige fabric that had been stained by decades of fingerprints, heads thrown against them in moments of despair, and hands pressed flat in moments of...0 Comments 0 Shares 4 Views 0 Reviews
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THE LAST LIGHT OF NEW CARTHAGEI 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...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
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The Patient from BelowThe asylum had been closed for twenty years before the Sleep came, but the children of Boston knew it by reputation the way children know about forbidden places: through whispers and warnings and the peculiar silence that falls over a room when someone mentions the Holloway Asylum in a voice that suggests they have been told not to speak of it at all. Theo Ashworth had never been inside. He was...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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The Eclipse of ReasonThe town of Oakhaven was a place where the sun had not shone for three generations. A permanent, bruised-purple eclipse hung over the valley, casting the Victorian houses in a perpetual, sickly twilight. The people of Oakhaven didn't mind the dark; they had grown accustomed to the flickering gaslamps and the oppressive silence that smothered every street. Julian arrived in Oakhaven during the...0 Comments 0 Shares 5 Views 0 Reviews
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The Covenant of Second ChancesThe coal dust in Pennsylvania doesn't wash off. It gets into your lungs, your fingers, your dreams, and stays there like a second skin made of the earth you're trying to escape. Thomas Blackwood knew this because he had carried it since he was ten years old, working the split shift in the mines while other boys his age walked to school and read books and dreamed of things that had nothing to do...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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Title: The Gilded PuppetLeo’s life was a masterpiece of precision. As a senior partner at a top-tier hedge fund in Manhattan, his days were measured in milliseconds and basis points. He wore suits that cost more than most people's cars and lived in a glass tower that made him feel like a god looking down on the ants of Wall Street. But Leo had a secret. He didn't make the decisions. Five years ago, he had been...0 Comments 0 Shares 7 Views 0 Reviews
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