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The Star Beacon of MontparnasseThe signal arrived on a Wednesday in November, 1923, and by Friday everyone in the astronomy community was arguing about it and nobody was certain what they were arguing about. Jack Callahan didn't care about the astronomy community. He was an American expat living in a garret on Rue de la Gaité, writing for the Chicago Tribune's Paris bureau about cabaret singers and failed painters, and...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 3 Просмотры 0 предпросмотрВойдите, чтобы отмечать, делиться и комментировать!
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The Aurora Embrace The fog that evening clung to the windowThe Aurora Embrace The fog that evening clung to the windows of Hemlock Manor like a living thing, thick and yellow as old parchment. Isabella Wentworth stood before the easel, her restoration brush hovering over a canvas she had only just begun to examine, and felt something she could not name settle behind her ribs. The portrait was extraordinary and wrong. It depicted a woman in a white gown...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 4 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Threshold of Small Compromises: A Screenwriter's Seven StepsI The first compromise was reasonable. It was October 1987. Dennis Cooper was forty-four, a screenwriter in his third decade in Los Angeles, and he was working on a television script for a show called Pacific Palisades, which was a drama about wealthy people in wealthy places saying wealthy things in wealthy rooms. Dennis was not wealthy. He was comfortable, which is different. He had a house...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 4 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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V11 The Doppler of Hallowfield RoadThe street was Hallowfield Road in Dalston and the street was a reference frame and a reference frame was a point of view and a point of view was determined by when you were standing on the street and the when was a coordinate and the coordinate was time and the time was relative and the relativity was the story and the story had two timelines and the two timelines were 1925 and 1975 and the...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 4 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Leaden Mercy (Expanded)The rain in the city never really stopped; it just changed from a downpour to a dismal drizzle. Detective Miller and his partner, Vance, were not men of honor, but they were men of appetite. They had followed a lead to the rusted remains of an old smelting plant on the outskirts of the city, searching for a briefcase of laundered money that had vanished during a mob war. They were nearly killed...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 5 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Silence of the HoundThe rain in the outskirts of London did not fall; it seeped, a grey, suffocating veil that clung to the rotting eaves of Arthur's farmhouse. Arthur sat in the kitchen, his hands trembling as he stared at the old bloodhound, Barnaby, lying by the hearth. Barnaby was a relic of a better time, his muzzle white, his eyes clouded with cataracts. He was a burden now, a mouth to feed that Arthur could...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 4 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The God Engine of ManchesterThe fog had been over Manchester for three weeks. It rolled down from the Pennines like a living thing, thick with coal smoke and the stink of the mills, and settled over the Thames below London as though the city itself were breathing out its own filth. In the winter of 1879, Sir Edmund Hardwick believed the fog was changing. "It accelerates," he told his assistant, Miss Isabella Crawford,...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 4 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Epoch's DirgeThe chronicles of the Third Age are written in salt and sorrow. For a century, the world had known the "Singing Tide"—a phenomenon where the oceans were filled with genetically modified leviathans, created by the fallen Empire of Aethelgard to serve as living beacons for their global trade fleets. These creatures were the architects of the Empire's gold age. Their songs guided ships through the...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 4 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Cursed HealerThe Cursed Healer Act I: The Awakening The fever broke on the third day, and with it came the knowledge. Thomas Blackwood opened his eyes to a ceiling he did not recognize, the plaster cracked in patterns that resembled the branching of veins. A woman sat by his bedside, her hands folded tightly in her lap. She was perhaps thirty, with a face like drawn parchment and eyes that had already...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 6 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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Cold CalculationsCold Calculations Part I The rain in New York doesn't fall. It seeps. It comes up from the streets and the subway grates and the cracks in the pavement, and by the time you notice it, you're already soaked. I sat behind my desk on the forty-second floor and watched it happen through the window. The city was gray and wet and magnificent in the way that only a city can be when it doesn't give a...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 5 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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THE CONTAGIONI. The door was in the basement of a building that didn't have a basement. Jack Morretti had been hired to find a missing woman—Margaret Linney, thirty-two, worked at an insurance company on Fifth Avenue, lived in an apartment on the Upper West Side. She'd stopped coming home three weeks ago. Her husband, a mild-mannered actuary named Linney, had called Jack because the police had told him to...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 6 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Double ThiefThe Double Thief Alistair Pembroke was charming at parties. He had the kind of face that made people trust him immediately—sharp jaw, thoughtful eyes, a smile that suggested he knew something wonderful and wanted to share it. At the gallery opening at the Guggenheim, he moved through the crowd like water through cracks, greeting collectors and curators with the ease of a man who had spent his...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 7 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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