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The House on Verger's LaneThe road had no business being so wide. It cut through the Mississippi delta like a scar, red clay bleeding at the edges, magnolia trees leaning over it like old men at a funeral. Clarice Starling drove down it in her father's rusted Pontiac, the air conditioning wheezing something between a death rattle and a prayer, and thought: this is the road they named after them, the Vergers, the family...0 Comments 0 Shares 18 Views 0 ReviewsPlease log in to like, share and comment!
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Dr. Marcus Hale preferred his patients' madness to his own. At least theirs came with a diagnosis and a treatment plan. His own was currently manifesting as a leather harness that sat on his desk like a predator waiting for someone to make the first move.Duality was the project name. Marcus had been consulting for the Boston Neurological Research Institute on Duality for eighteen months—a virtual reality platform designed for therapeutic use, specifically for treating dissociative identity disorder. The theory was elegant: patients would enter a controlled VR environment where their alternate personalities could be observed, communicated with,...0 Comments 0 Shares 19 Views 0 Reviews
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The Starlight InheritanceI. The stock ticker never stopped, and I had learned to love its relentless chatter the way a sailor loves the sound of waves—because it meant you were still alive, still moving, still somewhere between where you were and where you were going. I was twenty-six years old, and I worked on the forty-second floor of a building on Wall Street that smelled of cigarette smoke and ambition. My job was...0 Comments 0 Shares 20 Views 0 Reviews
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The Rust BeltRay Kowalski clocked in at 11:03 PM. The convenience store on West Main Street did not care that he was three minutes late. The convenience store did not care that he was forty-two years old, that he had worked in a steel mill for eighteen years before it closed, that his left knee clicked when it rained, that his daughter lived in Cleveland and called him once a month and forgot to ask about...0 Comments 0 Shares 19 Views 0 Reviews
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THE BEAUTY OF DEATHThe rain had been falling on London for eleven days when the order arrived. Captain Shane Holt sat in the train compartment watching fog swallow the suburbs, his fingers resting on the ring in his pocket. Elena's ring. Five years since she disappeared near Whitechapel. Five years since he had held her hand in a hospital in Dover and watched her breathe stop with the quiet dignity of a woman who...0 Comments 0 Shares 25 Views 0 Reviews
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The Last General(Act I: The Iron Dawn) The Empire of Oros was a dying beast, its borders fraying and its heart rotten with decadence. Adrian was the only man who still remembered how to fight. A captain of the Guard, he had spent a decade on the frozen frontiers, where the wind howled like a wounded animal and the only law was survival. He didn't care for the court's intrigues; he cared for the men under his...0 Comments 0 Shares 18 Views 0 Reviews
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The Rust BeltThe factory had been closed for ten years. The sign in front said SOUDER STEEL WORKS in letters that had once been blue but were now the colour of dried blood. The windows were all broken, and weeds grew through the cracks in the concrete parking lot like the earth was trying to reclaim what the steel had taken. Ray Kowalski sat in his truck outside the gate and watched a crow pick at something...0 Comments 0 Shares 18 Views 0 Reviews
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THE ETERNAL RESTThe call came at 2 AM, the kind of hour when bad news always arrives. Lieutenant James Gold rolled out of his bunk at the Illinois State Military Reserve headquarters, grabbed his coat, and listened to the telephone on the wall. "Gold here." "James, it's Morton. You need to come to my office. Now." General Morton Chase—retired, now president of Illinois State University, but still carrying...0 Comments 0 Shares 17 Views 0 Reviews
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Kitchen TableDale Henderson worked at the assembly line for twenty years. Twenty years of the same sounds, the same smells, the same fluorescent lights humming overhead like they were trying to communicate something and giving up halfway through. The plant was off Route 23 in Ohio, the kind of place that was built in 1968 and never updated, just patched. The patching was visible everywhere — the repaired...0 Comments 0 Shares 21 Views 0 Reviews
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The Inheritance ClauseIn the high-frequency world of Manhattan finance, everything is a derivative. Love is a hedge against loneliness; loyalty is a long-term investment with a variable return. Maximilian Thorne, the founder of Thorne Capital, lived his life by the numbers. He didn't believe in fate; he believed in probability. His son-in-law, Adrian, was a master of the "fine print." A lawyer by training and a...0 Comments 0 Shares 18 Views 0 Reviews
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The Man Who Listened to the Stars**Youngstown, Ohio** The garage smelled like motor oil and old beer. Frank Miller sat on a milk crate in the corner, listening to static through headphones that had a crack in the left earcup. The telescope was pointed at Cygnus. It always was. He'd been pointing it at Cygnus for seven years. Seven years of static. He took a drink from a beer can. The beer was warm. It always was. He didn't...0 Comments 0 Shares 17 Views 0 Reviews
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The ObserverNew York City, 2008 I got the call on a Tuesday, which is the kind of detail that would make a novelist proud but makes me want to laugh. There is nothing cinematic about the end of the world. It comes on a Tuesday, in a phone call, from a number you don't recognize. My name is Mark Delaney, and I am an associate professor of astrophysics at City College of New York. I am thirty-four years old,...0 Comments 0 Shares 20 Views 0 Reviews
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