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The Abyssal GameVance viewed the world as a series of leverage points. As a senior partner at a firm that didn't officially exist, his job was to move assets that couldn't be seen. The 'asset' this time was a bio-engineered deep-sea organism, and the 'cargo' was a chemical agent capable of inducing absolute suggestibility in a human subject. "The delivery is straightforward, Vance," Dr. Low had said, his voice...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 0 Views 0 AnteprimaEffettua l'accesso per mettere mi piace, condividere e commentare!
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The Puritan's Shadow(A New England Gothic Variation of the themes in Liu Cixin's collection) In the winter of 1692, the village of Oakhaven sat like a bruised thumb against the oppressive whiteness of the Massachusetts wilderness. Here, the law was not written in books, but in the rigid, frozen silence of the Meeting House. The villagers lived in a state of perpetual vigilance, their lives a series of measured...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 0 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Dinner That Never ArrivedIn the kitchen of the Royal Caledonian Hotel, every dish existed in two states simultaneously: the dish as it was served, and the dish as it might have been. The consommé that left the pass was clear and amber and perfect. But the consommé that existed in the moment between the ladle and the bowl was something else entirely—a soup that contained within it every possible variation of itself,...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Weight That Flatlands BearAct I: The Spark The workshop closed on a Tuesday in March, 1888. Thomas Harrow was adjusting a rack of regulator clocks when Mr. Pembroke came over and told him to stop. "Thomas, what—" "Stop it, Thomas." Thomas stopped. The rack of clocks wound down with a sound like a long exhale, and the gas lamps above flickered as if the building itself was uncomfortable with what was happening. Mr....0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 5 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Tactical ResonanceThe Vela Node held the line because Cassidy Reed told it to. Not Cassidy as she was—nervous before engagements, haunted by the memory of her brother's last transmission, capable of doubt in ways that compromised split-second decision-making. The line held because Cassidy as the tactical resonance system computed her held it. On the bridge of the ISV Vanguard, Lieutenant Commander Cassidy Reed...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Waltz of the VoidColonel Beauregard lived in a house that was slowly being eaten by the swamp. The plantation, once a monument to Southern grandeur, was now a skeletal ruin of peeling white paint and weeping willows. The Colonel himself was a relic, wearing a moth-eaten Confederate uniform and carrying a saber that had seen no battle in fifty years. The townspeople of Blackwater called him "The Star-Gazer." He...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 8 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Copper Bell of Calloway CreekThe brass disc sat in Thomas Calloway's trunk for three generations before anyone struck it. Thomas had brought it from England in 1847, a passenger steamer packing it among his personal effects alongside Bibles, family letters, and a iron key whose lock he could not find. He died in 1853, three months after arriving in the Mississippi delta, from a fever that took his wife first and him a week...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 7 Views 0 Anteprima
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THE LAST WALLThe stone was cold beneath Edward's gloved hands. He ran his palm along the face of it, feeling for the cracks his predecessors had spent a thousand years cataloguing. There were none today. The wall held. It always held. Edward Blackthorne, seventieth Lord Keeper of the Morvayne Ramparts, walked the parapet at midnight, as he had every night for twelve years. The moon was a sliver of bone in a...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 6 Views 0 Anteprima
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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 Commenti 0 condivisioni 10 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Patient from BelowThe voice started on a Tuesday, in the basement of Dr. Edward Blackwood's clinic in the town of Arkham, Massachusetts. Eddie was fifteen, brilliant and troubled in equal measure, and he had spent the last three years sitting on his father's examination table while his father examined other people's minds. His father was sitting in his armchair, conducting what should have been a routine session...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 18 Views 0 Anteprima
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THE WEIGHT OF NOTHING### Act I: The Spark Ethan Cross stood in the supermarket aisle for twelve minutes before making a decision. The decision was about cereal. There were fourteen brands on the shelf, from store-brand corn flakes at three dollars a box to artisanal granola at nine dollars, and Ethan was trying to choose one. Not because he was hungry—hunger was not the issue. The issue was that each choice carried...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 7 Views 0 Anteprima
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Medicine ManWill Harper drove into the town of Coalwood at dawn. The sky was grey. The roads were cracked. The buildings were empty or nearly empty, their windows boarded up, their signs faded by decades of sun and wind. It was the Appalachian coal country, the rust belt of America, where the mines had closed and the people had left and what remained was poverty and silence. He was twenty-nine, thin and...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 18 Views 0 Anteprima
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