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The Glass CeilingDavid viewed the world as a series of acquisitions. His penthouse, his cars, and his company were simply assets to be managed. He sat in his office on the 80th floor of the Obsidian Tower, looking down at the ants of Manhattan, when Sarah walked in. She had been hired as the lead consultant to restructure his failing logistics division. She was also the woman who had walked out of his life four...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 3 Views 0 voorbeeldPlease log in to like, share and comment!
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The Resistance of Shadows(V-09: Tragic Romance) France, 1943. The landscape was a tapestry of grey stone and occupying olive-drab uniforms. Julien was a ghost in his own country, a member of the Resistance who lived in the whispers of the forest and the shadows of the ruins. He had been betrayed by a contact, a man named Rene who had sold his soul for a small apartment in Paris and a promise of immunity. They had been...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 2 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Falling SkyThe mine closed on a Tuesday. Jack Morrison heard it through the grapevine—the guys at the bar, the guys at the union hall, the guys who had already been told and were telling everyone else before the official memo came down. The coal was running out. Not slowly. Not gradually. Done. Finished. The seam had collapsed, or flooded, or run thin. Jack didn't know which. He just knew that after...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 5 Views 0 voorbeeld
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THE LAST CATCHHank Weber woke before dawn, as he always did, and lay in the dark listening to the lake. Lake Michigan didn't sound like the ocean—no tides, no rhythm, just an endless shifting against the breakwall, restless and hungry. Hank had been listening to that sound for fifty-six years. He figured he knew its moods better than he knew his own wife's. Not that he had a wife anymore. Linda had left in...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 2 Views 0 voorbeeld
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Top of the ClassTop of the Class I track everything. Not because I'm obsessed—though people say that—and not because I'm trying to prove anything—though that's what it looks like when you're sitting in the front row of every AP class and your GPA is 4.0 and your SAT score is 1560 and the college counselors at your school treat you like you're already accepted everywhere. I track everything because numbers...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 3 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Masked BallThe ball was held at the Palais Auersperg in Vienna, on the last night of the carnival season, in the year 1894. The invitation had been extended to three hundred guests, and three hundred guests had accepted, because an invitation to a masked ball at the Palais Auersperg was not something that one declined, not in Vienna, not in that era, when social standing was measured not by wealth or...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 13 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Glass CeilingIn the roaring twenties, New York City was a symphony of jazz, gin, and ambition. For Clara, however, the music was muffled by the thick walls of her stepmother's expectations. Mrs. Thorne viewed Clara not as a daughter, but as a convenient piece of domestic machinery. By day, Clara was a filing clerk at a prestigious law firm, a position she held only because Mrs. Thorne had "donated" to the...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 2 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Cat of Whispering OaksWhispering Oaks was a town that had forgotten why it existed. The cotton fields were overgrown. The main street had six businesses and three of them were closed. The cypress trees lined the roads like soldiers who had been dismissed but ordered to remain at their posts. Silas Beauregard lived in the big house at the end of Magnolia Lane. Nobody remembered when the house was built. Nobody...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 3 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Double Life of Thomas VanceThomas Vance opened the bookshop at nine in the morning and he closed it at six in the evening and he did exactly the same thing every day for three years. He straightened the books. He wiped the counter. He drank tea from a cup that said World's Best Bookseller in letters that were chipped and fading. He watched the people walk past the window and he thought about nothing. This was exactly...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 14 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The OneirologistDaniel Reyes had been failing at being a writer for eleven years. He had published one short story in a literary journal that nobody read, one novella with a tiny press in Brooklyn that went bankrupt before it could print the second edition, and one novel that he had written in a fit of desperation after his girlfriend left him and he realized he had nothing else to write about. The novel was...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 11 Views 0 voorbeeld
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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 Reacties 0 aandelen 10 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Mirror of MonstersDr. Aris viewed the human mind as a complex clockwork mechanism, and he considered himself the only horologist capable of adjusting the gears. In his pristine, white-walled clinic in the heart of Manhattan, he didn't just treat patients; he curated them. Aris had discovered that the most effective way to 'heal' a patient was to first break them. By subtly manipulating their insecurities and...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 5 Views 0 voorbeeld
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