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  • Both Things at Once
    There are two versions of what happened on the night of the wedding. Both are true. Neither is complete. And the woman in the black dress has spent her entire life holding them in suspension, refusing to let either one collapse. Version One: Rudy Callahan stood at the altar in a black dress, looked Arthur Blackwood in the eyes, and said "I do" before the minister could ask the question. She...
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  • The Water Taster
    The water main broke on Atlantic Avenue and the city took three weeks to fix it. Three weeks of bottled water, three weeks of boiling everything, three weeks of walking to the bodega on the corner because your faucet runs brown if you turn it on too fast. Sarah Connolly was already having a bad life. The water crisis just made it worse. She lived in a basement apartment above a laundromat in a...
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  • The Music of Distant Stars
    Act I The signal arrived on a Thursday in October 1922, during a lecture at Harvard. Henry Blackwell was midway through explaining the spectral analysis of Sirius when the phone in the hallway began to ring. The physics department secretary, Mrs. Gable, answered it, listened for thirty seconds, and appeared in the doorway. Her face had gone the colour of old paper. "Dr. Blackwell," she said....
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  • The Wetland Guardian
    The wetland at the edge of Manhattan was not on any tourist map. It didn't have a name that anyone outside the neighborhood knew. The locals called it the Hudson Estuary Wetland, though technically it was more of a swamp than an estuary—half forest, half marsh, entirely forgotten. My name is Kyle Murphy. I am thirty-two years old and I have been protecting this wetland for three years. I am not...
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  • THE PATIENT FROM BELOW
    Dr. Arthur Voss could not remember how he had arrived at the hospital. This was not, strictly speaking, true. He remembered driving through Vienna on a February evening in 1896, the gas lamps casting amber pools on the wet cobblestones, the carriages bouncing over puddles that reflected the windows of the cafés where men sat drinking brandy and talking about the future of the Balkans. He...
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  • ACT I
    Dr. Julian Frost found his own biography in a Taiping archival document, written in 1854—twenty years before he was born. The discovery happened on a Tuesday, in the imperial archives of Tianjing, where Julian had spent the last three months cataloging rebel propaganda and religious texts for his forthcoming Oxford publication. He was thirty-two, a man of meticulous habits and rational...
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  • The Bayou Blood
    Louisiana, Present Day The bayou remembers everything. That's the first thing you learn when you grow up on the water. It remembers the people who drowned in it, the trees that fell into it, the secrets that were buried in its mud. It doesn't forgive. It doesn't forget. It just waits. I am the last DuBois who lives on the bayou. My cousins live in Baton Rouge and Houston and New Orleans —...
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  • Marcus Bellweather had been running through France when the shell took his leg.
    It was October 1918, near the Meuse-Argonne, and the American Expeditionary Force was pushing through the Argonne Forest like a machine gun through wet paper. Marcus was twenty-five and the fastest runner in the 369th Infantry—better known as the Harlem Hellfighters, though Marcus never liked that name. It sounded like something you'd find in a circus. He ran messages when the telephones were...
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  • The Inheritance Clause
    In the high-frequency world of Manhattan finance, everything is a derivative. Love is a hedge against loneliness; loyalty is a long-term investment with a variable return. Maximilian Thorne, the founder of Thorne Capital, lived his life by the numbers. He didn't believe in fate; he believed in probability. His son-in-law, Adrian, was a master of the "fine print." A lawyer by training and a...
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  • The Keeper of the Hollow Crown
    The fog that settled over Yorkshire in the autumn of 1873 did not merely obscure; it consumed. It swallowed the iron bridges, the brick chimneys, the cobblestone streets, and finally the great stone edifice of Ashworth Hall itself, reducing the world to a sphere of grey nothingness that pressed against the leaded windows like a living thing. Edward Ashworth stood at the window of his father's...
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  • The Black Signal
    The signal came through at 2:17 AM on a Thursday, and Jack Morane was drunk. He worked the graveyard shift at KLA-7, a small radio station in downtown Los Angeles that broadcast old standards and used car commercials between midnight and six. Jack's job was simple: make sure the equipment didn't catch fire, change the records when the automated system glitched, and keep his eyes open well...
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  • The Starlight Strain
    I first heard about the deaths at a jazz club on West Forty-Sixth Street. It was October 1924, and the rain had been falling on Manhattan for three days straight. The club was called The Velvet Note, a basement establishment behind an unmarked door on Seventh Avenue. I had been sent there by the editor to write a piece on the new dance craze—the Charleston, or whatever it was called this week....
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