Catherine Edwards

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2026-06-05 01:19:33 -

Dust of the Manor
I arrived at the Beauregard manor in the autumn of 1920, when I was eight years old and my mother was six months into her grave and my father was six bottles into his third bottle of the day. The manor sat on a hill outside Natchez, Mississippi, and it looked like a wounded animal that had not yet realized it was dying—big, proud, beautiful, and slowly bleeding out. "Samuel," Delphine...

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2026-06-01 12:46:27 -

The Predator Protocol
Kane didn't believe in fate; he believed in algorithms. In the glass-and-steel jungle of Manhattan, where power was the only currency that didn't depreciate, Kane was the ultimate banker. He didn't trade stocks or bonds; he traded in the subconscious. He had discovered the "Lattice," a hidden dimensional layer of the human psyche. By using a series of high-frequency sonic pulses and targeted...

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2026-06-05 05:33:49 -

The Accelerator of Beauregard
Part I The summer of 1954 in Mississippi did not break people. It dissolved them, slowly, like sugar left in rain. Silas Beauregard stood on the porch of a house that had belonged to his great-grandfather and watched the humidity fog his glasses, and he understood for the first time what entropy meant. Not the physics. The poetry of it. The certain knowledge that every structure, every name,...

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2026-05-31 12:36:35 -

The train from Jackson arrived at Holloway Station at four in the afternoon, and Quentin Holloway stepped onto the platform with a suitcase that contained everything he owned in the world that wasn't the land he was returning to.
The station was a single wooden building with a porch that had collapsed on the south side, and a sign that read HOLLOWAY in letters that had once been painted gold and were now the color of dried blood. Beyond the station, the road stretched through cotton fields that had gone to weed and a line of cypress trees that marked the boundary of the Holloway property. Quentin was thirty-two years...

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2026-05-27 05:52:44 -

The pills made the world soft at the edges. That was the point. That was the only point.
Dr. Robert Graham took three of them every morning, two every afternoon, and one every night before he tried to sleep. The one before sleep was the most important. Without it, the dreams came back. The fire. The men who didn't make it. The silence that followed. He sat in the cockpit of the drone—the one they called the Ark, though it was no more an ark than a hearse is a cathedral—and watched...

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2026-05-29 02:21:45 -

The Scarlet Sublimation
The city of Aethelgard was a fever dream of gold and blood. Its spires reached for a sky that was always a bruised crimson, and its streets were paved with a marble that seemed to pulse with a slow, rhythmic heartbeat. Here, the High Prelates lived in a state of eternal ecstasy, their bodies sustained by the 'Essence'—a luminous fluid extracted from the most pure and suffering of the low-born....

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2026-05-26 11:39:06 -

The Geometry of Belonging
There is a point, in the space between captivity and freedom, where the two concepts bleed into each other and become indistinguishable. Julian Valois discovered this point on a Thursday evening in October, in the dressing room of the salon on the Rue de la Tour d Auvergne, while lacing his dancing shoes with the kind of mechanical precision that comes from having performed the same action a...

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2026-06-02 19:38:42 -

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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2026-05-26 03:14:30 -

The Canvas of Absurdity
Julian Thorne painted with a brush made of concentrated consciousness. He didn't just enter memory fragments; he painted them into existence on a massive, white canvas that spanned the length of his Manhattan loft. His method was a form of "Absurdist Intervention." He believed that the only way to truly heal a tragedy was to make it so ridiculous that the pain lost its power. He stepped into...

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2026-05-29 07:18:13 -

The Canvas of Blood and Gold
Paris in the 1890s was a city of contradictions—the scent of expensive perfume masking the stench of the gutters, the glow of the new electric lamps illuminating the deep shadows of the alleyways. It was the era of the Belle Époque, but for Lucien, it was a time of starving desperation. He was a painter whose canvases were filled with visions of a world that didn't exist, a world of impossible...

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2026-06-05 07:51:08 -

ACT I
The Beauregard plantation looked like a dying animal: magnificent once, now skeletal, its ribs of white columns protruding through peeling paint like bone through rotting flesh. Elias Thorne stood at the gate and felt something he hadn't felt since Boston, something that was almost sympathy. He had come south as a Union intelligence officer, armed with maps and coded messages and a conviction...

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2026-06-02 17:44:04 -

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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