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The Hollow RainThe Hollow Rain Rose Harper stood at the edge of her father's grave and looked at the copper pot and the bamboo whistle lying on the freshly turned earth beside it. The wind moved through the Appalachian mountains the way it always moved through these mountains, which was to say without hurry and without reason. She was thirty years old and she had spent the first twenty-six of them watching...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 ReviewsPlease log in to like, share and comment!
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The Anvil of PiAct One: The Discovery The rain in Derbyshire had a way of getting into your bones that no wool sweater could keep out. Thomas Whitmore knew this better than most. At fifty-two, his joints ached with the damp, and the doctor had suggested London. London, where the fog was so thick you could spread it on bread. But Thomas had refused. There was work to be done here, in the dales, in the old铅...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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The Great Joke of the VoidThe dust of the Great Plains didn't just coat the skin; it settled in the soul. Sarah lived in a shack made of corrugated iron and prayer, in a town called Hope's End. For twenty years, the people of the plains had lived by a single, unwavering faith: the arrival of the Star-Messenger. The Messenger, according to the ancient transmissions, was a celestial entity sent by a Higher Intelligence to...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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The Adaptation of SailorsThey were not the same men who had left London. This was the first thing that anyone who knew the crew would have noticed, had anyone been there to make the comparison. But the sea keeps its own counsel, and the transformations that occurred aboard The Tern during that October crossing were witnessed by no one except the men who underwent them and the girl who caused them. The adaptation began,...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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The Symbiote ProtocolThe Symbiote Protocol I. The mirror showed him something that was not quite Edmund Ashworth. He knew this the way a man knows his own breath—instinctively, without questioning it. The face in the glass had his own features: the same aquiline nose inherited from three generations of English gentlemen, the same close-cropped hair that his wife Eleanor had trimmed herself on their wedding day, the...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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Between the Dance and the FallThe space between one movement and the next was where Marcus Williams learned to live. It was not a location you could point to on a map — not the basement, not the stage, not the corner with the thin mattress. It was the interval between states, the territory that exists only in transition, the latent space from which all possible versions of a man can be glimpsed but none can be pinned down....0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
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The Bridge of Broken VowsThe Continent of Aethelgard was a map of scars. For a thousand years, the 'Iron-Bound' and the 'Silver-Veined' had fought a war of attrition that had turned the fertile plains into a wasteland of salt and bone. Both were 'Abandoned'—the Iron-Bound by the gods of the earth, the Silver-Veined by the gods of the sky. Julian was the warlord of the Iron-Bound. He had risen from the mud of the...0 Comments 0 Shares 7 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 8 Views 0 Reviews
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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 Comments 0 Shares 7 Views 0 Reviews
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The Last Ark of GatsbyThe man in the yellow car was building a spaceship. Nick Hudson noticed it on a Tuesday in June 1925, when he drove past the West Estate on Long Island and saw, through the trees, a structure that rose from the ground like the skeleton of some enormous metallic whale. It was fifty feet tall at its highest point, made of riveted steel plates that caught the afternoon sun and threw it back in...0 Comments 0 Shares 7 Views 0 Reviews
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The Harlem SunThe light hit the library window at exactly four o'clock, the way Marcus had calculated it would. Three mirrors, angled precisely, catching the late afternoon sun over 125th Street and throwing it through the tall arched windows of the Harlem Community Library like a golden finger pointing inward. Inside, children sat on the floor with their backs to the wall, their faces turned upward toward...0 Comments 0 Shares 7 Views 0 Reviews
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The Fifth EstateThe Fifth Estate I. Eleanor Hayes sat in Editor Whitman's office, listening to the citation read aloud for the third time. The article on slum landlord practices in the Lower East Side had triggered a citywide inspection that exposed unsanitary conditions in over two hundred buildings. Fourteen families had been relocated. Six landlords faced prosecution. And Eleanor Hayes, twenty-nine years...0 Comments 0 Shares 8 Views 0 Reviews
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