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A Thousand Reasonable StepsThe first compromise came over lunch at Musso and Frank in the summer of 1987, which was not a compromise at all but a business decision, a reasonable accommodation, the kind of thing any professional screenwriter did to stay employed in a town where employment was a rumor and everyone was two bad weekends away from driving back to Ohio. Casey Landau was thirty-four years old, had sold two...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 0 Ansichten 0 BewertungenBitte loggen Sie sich ein, um liken, teilen und zu kommentieren!
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The Pressure Gauge at Forty-Four Exchange PlaceCornelius Vane had built his fortune on the principle that steel, like men, had a temperature at which it ceased to be what it was and became something else. He had learned this in the Bessemer furnaces of Pittsburgh, where he had started as a puddler's boy at fourteen and risen, by forty-seven, to own three mills, two railroads, and a seat on the board of the Merchants' Exchange at Forty-Four...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 1 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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Six Relays Across the Divided CityFIRST TRANSMISSION — THE ORIGIN The message began as breath in a room on Fasanenstrasse, third floor, rear building, a flat with lace curtains that had not been changed since 1947 because the woman who lived there said they reminded her of Leipzig. The breath became words — careful, measured, pronounced with the precision of someone who had learned German as a third language and therefore never...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 2 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Bolt of BlackwoodI The night my parents died, the sky over Yorkshire was the colour of bruised iron. I was ten years old. I stood at the window of our bedroom on the second floor of Blackwood Manor, watching the storm roll in across the moors. The rain lashed against the glass in sheets. Thunder cracked like cannon fire, and the whole house shuddered in its foundations. Then the light came. It was not lightning...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 0 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The-Simulation-of-Dead-StarsThe Simulation of Dead Stars The signal arrived at 0300 hours, which was significant only because Marcus Wright had never been a man who cared about the time of day. He was sitting in his office on the fourteenth level of the NeuroDyne tower, staring at a wall of monitors displaying the same data he had been staring at for eleven hours. Deep-space signal analysis was, in his experience, mostly...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 3 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Folding of the FleshAct I: The Setup In the year of our Lord 1348, the village of Oakhaven was a place of prayer and terror. The Great Dying had arrived, not as a disease of the blood, but as a sickness of the space. Father Thomas, a man whose faith was as rigid as the stone walls of his cathedral, watched as the horizon began to buckle. It started with the trees—they didn't fall, they simply bent at impossible...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 7 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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Sample V-13: The Taste of Sunlight(Romantic Redemption) The air in Tuscany tasted of rosemary and old stone. Luca lived in a villa that had once been a monastery, a place of high ceilings and golden light. He had been the adopted son of a cold, calculating banker in Milan, a man who had viewed Luca as a project in social climbing. "You are a blank slate, Luca," his father had said. "I will write a history of success upon you."...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 901 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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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 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 7 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Same Street, Fifty Winters Apart1925 The gas lamps on Cranbrook Road were still lit each evening by a man with a long brass pole, though everyone said the electric would come before winter. Edith Parker stood at the window of the upstairs flat — number 47, the one with the cracked lintel and the view of the railway embankment — and watched the lamplighter work his way north toward the Ilford station. She was twenty-two years...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 2 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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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 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 5 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Last SchoolmasterThe schoolhouse stood on a hill outside Philadelphia, visible from the road as a small stone building with a single bell and a flagpole that held no flag. Inside, Aodhan MacAllister was teaching Euclid's Proposition 47 to three children who were too young to understand why it mattered. "Listen," he said, tapping the chalkboard. "When the square is constructed on the hypotenuse of a right...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 9 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Man in the HayloftI moved into Edward Carson's barn loft in the autumn of 1962 because I had nowhere else to go. My son had died—a car accident on Route 9, the kind of random, meaningless violence that makes philosophy seem both useless and the only thing that matters. His widow couldn't look at me without seeing him, so I packed my few books and my old reel-to-reel tape recorder and drove west until the suburbs...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 5 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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