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The patient from belowDr. Eleanor Hart had been coming to the Blackwood Institute for three weeks when she first heard the word transfiguration. The patient who said it was in Room 217—the highest security room on the fourth floor, where the walls were padded with beige fabric that had been stained by decades of fingerprints, heads thrown against them in moments of despair, and hands pressed flat in moments of...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 3 Views 0 AnteprimaEffettua l'accesso per mettere mi piace, condividere e commentare!
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The Patient from BelowACT I: THE LISTENING The sanatorium sat on the edge of Whitechapel, where the fog never fully lifted and the gas lamps cast yellow circles on cobblestones that were perpetually damp. Julian Ashworth had been sent here by his physician after his "episode" at twenty-five—a nervous breakdown, the doctor called it, though Julian suspected the word "nervous" was a euphemism for something the doctor...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Patient from BelowThe voice started on a Tuesday, in the basement of Dr. Edward Blackwood's clinic in the town of Arkham, Massachusetts. Eddie was fifteen, brilliant and troubled in equal measure, and he had spent the last three years sitting on his father's examination table while his father examined other people's minds. His father was sitting in his armchair, conducting what should have been a routine session...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 3 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Manor of Whispering Angles(Variant V-05: Southern Gothic) The Blackwood Estate sat like a rotting tooth in the jaw of the Mississippi Delta. It was a place of weeping willows and salt-stained porches, where the air tasted of damp earth and old secrets. Silas, the last of the Blackwood line, lived in the shadow of his ancestors, a man whose skin was as pale as the moths that fluttered in the hallways. In the cellar,...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 3 Views 0 Anteprima
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ACT IDr. 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...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 4 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Drought: Australian Outback Survival VariantThe Drought: Australian Outback Survival Variant Batch 9 - Work ID 72443: The Drought Tensor: TI=70.0 (T1 Despair), M=[8.0,2.0,4.0,5.0,5.0,4.0,6.0,0.2,5.0,4.0], N=[0.30,0.70], K=[0.60,0.40], theta=135.0 The red earth does not forget. It waits. Bronte Dorrego knew this the way she knew her own name—because it had been told to her by her father, and her father by his father, and his father by...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 3 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Black ValentineThe Black Valentine ACT I The package arrived on a rainy Tuesday in November, the kind of Boston November that makes brick sidewalks disappear into grey and the Charles River look like a sheet of hammered steel. It was left at Victor Thorne's doorstep by a courier who handed it over without a word and walked away with the brisk efficiency of a man who had learned not to ask questions in this...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 17 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Bloodline LoopThe moss hung from the cypress trees like rotting lace, draping the estate of the Valerians in a permanent, humid twilight. Eugene walked the perimeter of the swamp, the mud sucking at his boots with a wet, rhythmic sound. He could smell the decay—the scent of stagnant water and ancestral sin. Eugene was the last of his line, or so he thought. The truth was far more exhausting. He remembered...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 3 Views 0 Anteprima
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The fog had been hanging over Whitechapel for three days when the matron saw Tommy Grubb kneeling in the mud beside the little girl.Thomas Grubb was a tall man with hands like shovels and a mind like a child's. He worked at the coal yard on Commercial Street and could haul more in a day than any four other men, but he could not count past twelve or tie his own bootlaces. He had a daughter named Maggie, ten years old with eyes the color of winter sky, and together they occupied a single room above a shuttered haberdashery...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 15 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Glass Cage: Japanese Neo-Tokyo Surrealism VariantThe Glass Cage: Japanese Neo-Tokyo Surrealism Variant Batch 9 - Work ID 22190: The Glass Cage Tensor: TI=62.3, M=[10.0,0.5,4.5,7.0,5.5,3.0,8.0,6.0,2.5,7.5], N=[0.35,0.65], K=[0.55,0.45], theta=157.5 The thing on the screen was not the mouse. I knew this from the moment I saw it. The mouse was in the cage beside the monitor, motionless, eyes open but unseeing, body alive but empty. The thing on...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 16 Views 0 Anteprima
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The Rising WaterI. The water came to the Thorneland plantation on a Thursday in June, which was wrong because the river did not flood in June. The river flooded in April, when the snow melted in the Appalachians and turned the Mississippi into a brown beast that ate its banks. June was for heat and cicadas and the slow decay of things that were once grand. But the river had decided otherwise. I am Bell Thorne....0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 4 Views 0 Anteprima
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The ObserverNew York City, 2008 I got the call on a Tuesday, which is the kind of detail that would make a novelist proud but makes me want to laugh. There is nothing cinematic about the end of the world. It comes on a Tuesday, in a phone call, from a number you don't recognize. My name is Mark Delaney, and I am an associate professor of astrophysics at City College of New York. I am thirty-four years old,...0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 19 Views 0 Anteprima
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