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  • The Chronicler
    ## 第一幕:起势 The story broke on a Wednesday, which was how I knew it would be big. Wednesday stories had time to ferment before the weekend—the kind of story that could make or break a career, or in Jack Morano's case, make him. I was writing for the New York Tribune's metropolitan desk, and my editor, a grizzled veteran named Harry O'Brien, dropped a manila folder on my desk at nine in the...
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  • The Fiftieth Delusion
    Dr. Adrian Cross kept a journal. This was not unusual for a psychiatrist; self-reflection was part of the training, and many of his colleagues kept similar records of their thoughts, their cases, their evolving understanding of the human mind. What made Adrian's journal different was not the act of keeping it, but the content. By the third entry, he was calling it cultivation. By the seventh,...
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  • The Patient from Below
    Part I: The Lock Henri Leclerc was thirty-three years old, the youngest mathematics professor at the Ecole Normale Superieure in Paris, and in the spring of 1893 he was on the verge of a discovery that would have changed the course of mathematics. He had been working on hypergeometric functions—specifically, on a class of functions that extended the concept of infinity to higher dimensions. In...
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  • The patient from below
    Dr. 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...
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  • The Cat in the Box
    The Cat in the BoxDr. Beaumont says I'm having a breakdown. He says this in the same tone a man might use to say the weather is nice—casually, with a hint of condescension, and with the unspoken assumption that I am not in a position to disagree. " Dissociative episodes," he says, making a note on his pad. "Possible trauma response. The stress of the experiment—the accident—triggered a...
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  • The mansion on blackwood hill
    The house had been dying for one hundred and fifty years, and Atticus Blackwood was its last physician. Or perhaps its last mourner. He was not sure which. Blackwood Manor stood on a hill above the Savannah River in South Carolina, a sprawling Victorian structure of faded white pillars and purple ivy that had grown over the cracks like a scar tissue trying to hold the building together. The...
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  • The Mirror Of Rouen: British Class Satire Noir
    The Mirror Of Rouen: British Class Satire Noir Batch 9 - Work ID 77393: The Mirror Of Rouen Tensor: TI=6.8, M=[5.0, 10.9, 6.5, 1.5, 3.9, 9.1, 4.2, 10.3, 4.6, 12], theta=189.5° Act I The fog had settled over room like a guilty conscience, thick and yellow with coal smoke and the damp despair of a city that had won a war it never wanted. It was 1952, and the ration books were already being...
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  • The Contract In The Dark: British Class Satire Noir
    The Contract In The Dark: British Class Satire Noir Batch 9 - Work ID 69438: The Contract In The Dark Tensor: TI=7.2, M=[3.2, 8.5, 3.8, 4.7, 11.2, 12, 3.2, 8.9, 4.3, 12], theta=102.1° Act I The fog had settled over room like a guilty conscience, thick and yellow with coal smoke and the damp despair of a city that had won a war it never wanted. It was 1952, and the ration books were already...
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  • THE SIGNAL FROM LILY BRENNAN
    The office was on State Street, third floor of a building that smelled of boiled cabbage and old plumbing and the faint, sweet-sour smell of whiskey that seeped up from the bar downstairs. It was a small office—just a desk, a chair, a filing cabinet that stuck when you pulled the second drawer, and a window that looked out over a brick wall so close I could touch it if I leaned far enough out...
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  • The Gold Fox Trap: Latin American Magical Realism Variant
    The Gold Fox Trap: Latin American Magical Realism Variant Batch 9 - Work ID 71750: The Gold Fox Trap Tensor: TI=45.0 (T3 Martyrdom), M=[4.0,1.5,9.5,4.0,7.0,6.0,2.0,0.3,2.5,3.0], N=[0.60,0.40], K=[0.45,0.55], theta=225 --- Buenos Aires in the autumn of 1929 was the most expensive city in the world. Argentine beef and grain were feeding Europe, the tango was playing in every café on the corner,...
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  • THE PEOPLE'S ENGINE
    ### Act I: The Spark James Callahan first understood what engineering meant at the age of twelve, when he was sent into the depths of the Homestead Steel Plant to unclog a jammed conveyor belt that had brought the entire rolling mill to a halt. The foreman had given him a choice: crawl through the gap between two moving rollers, or watch his father lose a week's wages for the downtime. James...
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  • The Iron Mirror of Blackwood Hall
    I came to Blackwood Hall expecting grief, and found something worse: a family that had made grief into a tradition. The estate sat in the Yorkshire moors like a wound in the landscape, all crumbling stone and iron gates rusted shut by decades of neglect. My uncle, Lord Edward Blackwood, met me at the door with arms that trembled and eyes that burned with a fever I could not name. He was my...
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