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The Last Song at Blue NoteThe rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the dirt slicker. I've been saying that for three years, since I left the force and started working for people who don't pay me to arrest them but to find things. Usually things that don't want to be found. Usually people who don't want to be found either. The Blue Note was on a street I can't remember the name of, between Skid...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 AnteprimaEffettua l'accesso per mettere mi piace, condividere e commentare!
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The Lost WaltzACT I: THE INVITATIONThe invitation arrived on a Tuesday, printed on cardstock so thick it could stand up on its own. Vivian Chase turned it over in her hands and read the embossed letters:*Mr. and Mrs. Julian Ashford II request the pleasure of your company at a dinner celebrating the Ashford family's return to New York society.*Return. As if they had ever left. As if old money was something...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 5 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Red Fox of HalderayThe drought in Georgia did not crack the earth so much as it baked it, turning the red clay of the Blackwater River region into something between stone and powder. By the second summer, the plantations that had stood for a century were crumbling like old teeth. I came to Blackwater because Chicago paid me to come. My name is Silas Whitaker, and I was a geologist by training and a mercenary by...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 7 Views 0 Anteprima
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The House of Little ShadowsSilas Beauregard descended into the Louisiana swamp after twenty-three years in the void, and the first thing he noticed was the smell. Mud and magnolia and something else, something sweet and decaying, like a house that has been closed for winter and is now being opened again after a very long time.He was fifty-one years old, from an old Louisiana family that had seen better days, a botanist...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 8 Views 0 Anteprima
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V. THE BOY WHO FED THE FIREThe ad had said: Night watchman. $18/hour. Room and board. Apply in person at the harbour master's office, Cape Spear. Mike didn't apply. He saw the ad, went to the harbour master, and the harbour master, who looked like he hadn't slept in three weeks, handed him a set of keys and a bus ticket to Newfoundland and said, "You start tonight. Don't be late. Don't touch the red switch. If it beeps,...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 6 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Patient from BelowChapter I: The Braking The letter arrived on a Friday, which in Vienna is the day when everyone pretends the weekend is going to save them from things they should have dealt with on Monday. It was typed on government stationery, in a font that was designed to look friendly but achieved only the effect of a smile that does not reach the eyes. The letter informed me that the Weiss Institute for...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 7 Views 0 Anteprima
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Nothing Left to SayI. The morning of the IPO, Benjamin Cross sat on the floor of his apartment and ate cereal out of a box. It was March 2000, and the apartment was in Palo Alto, a one-bedroom that smelled of burnt toast and the faint chemical tang of the soldering iron he still hadn't put away from the all-nighter the night before. He was twenty-eight years old, and in three hours his company—Axiom Systems, a...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 9 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Optimization FoxThe Optimization Fox The data-scrub in the Consensus doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime wetter. Officer 847 watched it streak across the window of her review chamber and tried to decide whether to file another compliance report or just accept that she was going to spend the evening sitting in a grey room listening to the climate control system hum. Her hand chose the datapad....0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 11 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Hub and the DisappearedThe Hub and the Disappeared The Blackwood Theatre was not a theater. It was a network. And Silas Blackwood was not an actor. He was the hub. The nodes of the network were not immediately visible. They were not the people of Harrow's Creek, although the people of Harrow's Creek were certainly affected by them. They were not the buildings or the streets or the trestle bridge or the general store....0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 7 Views 0 Anteprima
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RUST AND ASHThe radio sat on a shelf above a laundromat in the Hill District, and Frank Kowalski had not looked at it in six months because looking at it meant remembering Earl, and remembering Earl meant remembering everything he had not said to his grandfather in the two years since they had last spoken. The phone buzzed on the table. Frank was sitting in his room, drinking a beer, watching a baseball...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Echo of RustThe city of New York was no longer a city; it was a cemetery of steel and glass, a jagged landscape of skeletal skyscrapers that clawed at a bruised, orange sky. For the people of the 'Silt-Tribes,' the towering ruins were not buildings, but the fossilized remains of a forgotten god called 'The Grid.' Kael was an Archivist, a title that meant he was the only one in his tribe who could still...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 9 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Teacher's Last LessonThe schoolhouse stood at the edge of a dirt road in the Mississippi delta, surrounded by cotton fields that had been exhausted by thirty years of continuous planting. The roof leaked in seven places. The blackboard had a crack running diagonally across it, dividing Newton's laws from the periodic table in a way that felt symbolic, though Samuel Whitaker never cared for symbolism. He cared for...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 10 Views 0 Anteprima
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