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The Osmium ParadoxThe paradox of Caris Minor was not found in its geology, but in its silence. To the Federal investigators, the planet was a void—a place of 'primitive' inhabitants and 'untapped' resources. To Thomas Wesley, however, the planet was the loudest place in the galaxy, provided one knew how to listen to the silence. His assignment had begun in the granite corridors of the Federal Building on Fifth...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 0 Просмотры 0 предпросмотрВойдите, чтобы отмечать, делиться и комментировать!
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The Star EmpireCassius Vaughn was born in the spaceport of New Georgia, the agricultural world orbiting Jupiter, where the air smelled of fertilizer and ozone and the people spoke with a accent that made the old families call it backwater talk. His father died in a lift shaft accident that everyone agreed was an accident. His mother sewed uniforms for the port workers and sometimes, on Fridays, looked at the...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 1 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Man Who Was Not Yet AliveBefore Frank pulled the switch, the machine was neither functional nor broken. It existed in a superposition of both states, a quantum ambiguity that had been preserved by two decades of neglect. The circuits were intact enough to be potentially operational. The wiring was old enough to be potentially dangerous. The machine was simultaneously a working drone controller and a pile of scrap...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 4 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Glass DriverThe heat in the Nevada desert was a tangible thing, a weight that pressed down on everything that moved. I had been driving for six hours, past the skeletal remains of ghost towns and the bleached bones of cattle that had chosen the wrong patch of shade to die under. The road was a straight black line through the white earth, and the only company I had was the sound of my own engine and the...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 3 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Twilight of the Federation(V-11: New York Urban) The High Council of the Galactic Federation met in a chamber of floating obsidian, where the light of a dozen captured stars illuminated the faces of the most powerful beings in the known universe. Senator Vane sat at the edge of the obsidian table, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the polished surface. He was a man of sharp angles and sharper ambitions, a master...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 4 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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Winter at the WorkhouseThe cold in Whitechapel does not announce itself. It does not knock on the door or ask permission. It arrives the way a debt arrives -- quietly, inevitably, and with compound interest. Mary Sullivan felt it first in her hands. They were already ruined from twenty years of scrubbing other people's floors, the skin cracked and red as raw meat, the knuckles swollen to the size of walnuts. But on...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 6 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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I am not a bad man. I am a man who performs.There is a difference, though few in this city would recognise it. To perform is to create something from nothing. To perform is to make a room full of strangers laugh, cry, believe. I have been performing since I was six years old, when my father took me to see a play at the Lyceum and I understood, with the clarity of a struck bell, that a person could be someone else on a stage and no one...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 5 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Wall Beyond the DawnThe fog came down the valley like a living thing, thick and yellow and smelling of coal smoke and wet stone. Thomas Blackwood stood at the edge of it and looked at the wall. It had been there seven years now, though no one called it that anymore. It was the Quarantine Barrier. It was the Great Separation. It was the thing that divided the living from the dying, the clean from the infected, the...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 9 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Patient from BelowDr. Evelyn Blackwood had been treating soldiers for fourteen months when she began to suspect that the war was happening inside their heads. The facility was a converted country estate outside New Carthage, all white corridors and padded rooms and the faint smell of carbolic and iodine. It housed the military's most difficult cases: men and women who had been brought back from the front lines...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 10 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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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 Комментарии 0 Поделились 11 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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THE WIDOW OF OAKHAVENOakhaven Plantation, Louisiana, 1954 The house on Cypress Road looked like something that had been left behind by time—a white-columned antebellum mansion half-swallowed by Spanish moss and the kind of Southern humidity that made everything glisten with damp inevitability. The ironwork around the porch had rusted into abstract shapes that resembled vines more than the scrollwork they'd once...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 13 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Crystallization of Frank MalloryThe Crystallization of Frank Mallory The pressure had been building for thirty-nine years and eleven months before Frank Mallory finally broke. He did not know this at the time, of course. Men like Frank Mallory do not measure pressure. They absorb it, the way the steel hull of a cargo ship absorbs the relentless pounding of the North Atlantic. They take it in, day after day, year after year,...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 11 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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