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  • The Wrong Way Up
    ACT ONE The inn stood at the edge of the moors like a man who had given up trying to reach anywhere. Arthur Pendelton pushed through the heavy oak door and the warmth hit him the way a slap hits--sudden, shocking, and followed by a ringing that never quite went away. The common room fell silent. Not the gradual quieting of conversation that happens when a stranger enters a public house. This...
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  • The first calculation was made in 1883, in a small observatory on the Yorkshire moors.
    Luca Bellomi was an Italian-British astronomer, thirty-four years old, working with a telescope that cost less than a carriage. He had taught himself astronomy from borrowed books and watched the stars through the fog that perpetually shrouded the moors.He was studying solar evolution when he noticed something wrong. The sun was not doing what the models predicted. It was accelerating. The...
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  • The Magnolia Contract
    The Ledger The receipt was in Tony's jacket pocket. Mary found it when she was doing laundry on a Thursday -- the kind of Thursday that doesn't announce itself, doesn't differentiate itself from Wednesday or Friday, just exists with the minimum effort required to keep the week moving. She pulled the jacket from the dryer. The heat had stiffened the fabric. She shook it. The receipt fell into...
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  • The Unreliable Author
    I. The case was simple. Diane Calloway, twenty-eight, makeup artist for Pacific Coast Pictures, hadn't shown up to work for a week. Her employer said she'd been reliable until recently, then started calling in sick without explanation. Her apartment was locked. Landlord wanted to evict her. That was it. Ten thousand dollars for answers. Jack Morrell took it because he needed the money, not...
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  • The Crystallization of Beauregard Beaumont
    There is a temperature at which a man's character, long held in a liquid state by alcohol and indolence, suddenly solidifies into something fixed and irreversible. For Beauregard Beaumont the Fourth, that temperature was reached not in the heat of a Mississippi summer, though the summer of 1964 pressed down on Jackson with a weight that felt biblical, but in the cool stillness of a renovated...
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  • The Seed of Moros
    Acid rain streaked the observation deck of Colony Station Moros IV in sheets of greenish corrosion, each drop eating microscopic craters into the three-inch reinforced glass that separated the living from the void. Dr. Elena Vasquez pressed her palm against the cold surface and watched a molecule of the colony's sky dissolve its own existence on the other side of her hand. She had been on Moros...
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  • The Kepler Protocol
    The Kepler Protocol The solar flare lasted four seconds. Silas Thorne knew this because he had measured it seventeen times. In the first life, the flare had been classified as a Level-7 coronal mass ejection from Kepler-442, the orange dwarf star that the observatory was orbiting. It had fried the station's primary communication array and knocked out life support in Sectors 4 through 7 for six...
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  • THE STARS OF EVELYN MARCHETTI
    The funeral was over on a Thursday in November. Chicago was cold in a way that felt deliberate—as if the city itself wanted to remind us that winter was coming and nothing in your life mattered to it. I stood at the graveside in a black suit that had been my father's first and now was mine by necessity, and I watched them lower him into the ground. My father was dead. He had been dead for...
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  • The Patient from Below
    Chapter I: The Braking The letter arrived on a Friday, which in Vienna is the day when everyone pretends the weekend is going to save them from things they should have dealt with on Monday. It was typed on government stationery, in a font that was designed to look friendly but achieved only the effect of a smile that does not reach the eyes. The letter informed me that the Weiss Institute for...
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  • The Last House on Blackmoor Hall
    The Yorkshire wind howled like a wounded animal across the moors on the night Arthur Blackmoor activated the resonance apparatus. He was twenty-eight years old, Cambridge-educated, and utterly convinced that the electromagnetic theory he had developed in India would revolutionize the world.The device sat on the oak table in his study, a tangle of copper coils and glass vacuum tubes that Dr....
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  • 镜像工厂
    The Mirror FactoryACT I: THE RISINGEliot Chen lived in a apartment in Brooklyn that he described to anyone who asked as "a workspace with a bed." It was a converted loft in a creative district that used to be a factory, which used to be a warehouse, which used to be a pier before the Dutch built it. The walls were brick painted white, the floor was concrete cracked in places where water had...
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  • The Golden Exchange
    The ticker tape never stopped talking. That was the first thing Vincent Moretti learned on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange: the machine had opinions, and they came in the form of punched paper ribbons that fell like confetti from the ceiling of a cathedral built for a new god. He was nineteen, Irish-Italian from Hester Street, with ink on his fingers and a photographic memory that made...
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