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The man in the gray suitThe rain was falling on Los Angeles the way it always fell—hard, indifferent, with the kind of persistence that suggested the city was being punished for something it couldn't remember doing. Thomas Gray watched it from the window of his office on Sunset Boulevard, drinking coffee from a paper cup that had gone cold twenty minutes ago. His office was exactly what you would expect from a private...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 4 Visualizações 0 AnteriorFaça Login para curtir, compartilhar e comentar!
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The Vessel of VoidElias woke up in a room that was too white, under lights that never flickered. He didn't remember his name, only the number etched into his wrist: Subject 07. Around him were the scientists of the Aethelgard Institute, men in sterile coats who spoke of "evolution" and "the next step of the human psyche." They told him he was lucky. They told him he had been chosen to host the Omni-Core. The...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 3 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Geometry of a Ghost(New York Modernist Style) I remember the way the light used to die in the basement of the 4th Street Community Center. It didn't just fade; it retreated, pulling back from the corners of the room until we were all huddled in a small, yellow circle of lamplight, like moths around a dying star. Mr. Halloway was at the center of that circle. For the first few months, he was just a man with a loud...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 4 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Chinese SunACT I: THE BOY FROM NOWHERE (起势) Water Wade was not his real name. His real name was something his mother had given him in a small village in Gansu Province, a name that meant "coming from the west," but by the time he reached the city—Xi'an, then Shanghai, then Hong Kong, then somewhere over the Pacific—the name had been translated, then transliterated, then shortened to something that sounded...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 3 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Glass HegemonyThe city of Lucentia was a miracle of transparency. Built entirely from a self-healing, diamond-hard glass, the city floated in a void of pure white light. There were no walls, no curtains, and no secrets. In Lucentia, to be seen was to be known, and to be known was to be safe. The adults had "Ascended" centuries ago, transferring their consciousness into the Great Prism—a digital hive-mind...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 5 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Quiet DutyBilly arrived on the island on a Tuesday in March. The lighthouse was white but the paint was peeling. The cottage had two rooms and a kitchen and a bed in each room. The boat was a aluminum skiff with an outboard motor that started on the third pull. There was one engine on the eastern rock and one diesel tank in the shed. Earl Maddox was seventy years old and had been a lighthouse keeper for...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 6 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Double Life of Thomas VanceThomas Vance opened the bookshop at nine in the morning and he closed it at six in the evening and he did exactly the same thing every day for three years. He straightened the books. He wiped the counter. He drank tea from a cup that said World's Best Bookseller in letters that were chipped and fading. He watched the people walk past the window and he thought about nothing. This was exactly...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 6 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Golden ExchangeThe ticker tape never stopped talking. That was the first thing Vincent Moretti learned on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange: the machine had opinions, and they came in the form of punched paper ribbons that fell like confetti from the ceiling of a cathedral built for a new god. He was nineteen, Irish-Italian from Hester Street, with ink on his fingers and a photographic memory that made...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 7 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Liquidation CommitteeThe office was on the fifty-fifth floor of a building in Midtown, and from the floor-to-ceiling windows, you could see the entire city spread out below like a circuit board. Richard Sterling sat behind a desk that was made from a single slab of walnut, and he looked at me with eyes that had seen everything and felt nothing."David Chen," he said. "You're twenty-eight. You graduated from Wharton...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 2 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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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 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 2 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Alabaster ChrysalisThe island of Saint-Jude was a place where the wind always smelled of salt and old incense. At its highest peak sat the Asylum of the Silver Moon, a gothic monolith of grey stone and iron bars, designed to house the "broken" of the European aristocracy. Victor was not a patient, but a researcher, a man obsessed with the boundaries of the human subconscious. Victor's work focused on the "Deep...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 7 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Starlight CorridorACT I: THE AWAKENING The jazz poured from the speakeasy on Forty-second Street like water from a broken dam, and Thomas Callahan stood on the corner, listening to it the way a starving man listens to the smell of bread. He was twenty-four, Irish on his father's side, poor on both, and possessed of a mind that saw patterns where other men saw only chaos. Three years earlier, Thomas had arrived...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 7 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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