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The FerrymanThey made me show my license. I showed it. They looked at it, said go, and I went. The flood line was marked with orange tape stretched between telephone poles. The tape was snapping in the wind, and behind it the water was still rising. I could see it moving, slow and dark and full of things I didn't want to identify. I have a boat. It's a flat-bottom skiff, twelve feet, aluminum, with an...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 30 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Ferryman's CoinAct I: The Sight Silas Mercer saw her die three days before it happened. He saw it the way he saw everything now—with the same flat, unblinking clarity that a photograph has. Cora Mae Beauregard, thirty-eight years old, wearing a tan raincoat and carrying a .38 revolver in her purse, standing on the Meredi's Bridge at midnight on a Tuesday in November, and a Ford sedan skidding on wet asphalt...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 18 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Ferryman's CoinAct I: The Sight Silas Mercer saw her die three days before it happened. He saw it the way he saw everything now—with the same flat, unblinking clarity that a photograph has. Cora Mae Beauregard, thirty-eight years old, wearing a tan raincoat and carrying a .38 revolver in her purse, standing on the Meredi's Bridge at midnight on a Tuesday in November, and a Ford sedan skidding on wet asphalt...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 8 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Ferryman's DebtThe rain had been falling on New Orleans for three days when Maria Santos walked into my office. I was sitting at my desk at 3AM, which is when I do my best work and my worst drinking. The bottle on my desk was half empty. The rain on the window was nearly full. She was Cuban-American, late twenties, wearing a dress that had been expensive and was now just worn. Her hands were shaking. Her...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 14 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Ferryman's DebtThe fog came in off the channel the way it always did in November--thick, salt-crusted, and smelling of something that had died and been forgotten. Arthur Pemberton stood at the window of the third-floor study and watched it swallow the Needles rock formation until even the rock was gone. He had been watching for three years. He would be watching until watching stopped meaning anything, which...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 38 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Ferryman's DilemmaACT I: THE MAN WHO COULD SEE THEM The first time James Callahan saw one of them, he thought he was having a stroke. It was a Tuesday in November, raining in that particular way Chicago rains in late autumn—steady and indifferent, like a faucet left slightly open. James was delivering flowers to St. Ignatius Hospice on the South Side, a job he took after the church stopped paying his stipend. He...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 6 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Ferryman's DilemmaACT I: THE MAN WHO COULD SEE THEM The first time James Callahan saw one of them, he thought he was having a stroke. It was a Tuesday in November, raining in that particular way Chicago rains in late autumn—steady and indifferent, like a faucet left slightly open. James was delivering flowers to St. Ignatius Hospice on the South Side, a job he took after the church stopped paying his stipend. He...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 25 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Ferryman's DilemmaACT I: THE MAN WHO COULD SEE THEM The first time James Callahan saw one of them, he thought he was having a stroke. It was a Tuesday in November, raining in that particular way Chicago rains in late autumn—steady and indifferent, like a faucet left slightly open. James was delivering flowers to St. Ignatius Hospice on the South Side, a job he took after the church stopped paying his stipend. He...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 11 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Ferryman's DilemmaACT I: THE MAN WHO COULD SEE THEM The first time James Callahan saw one of them, he thought he was having a stroke. It was a Tuesday in November, raining in that particular way Chicago rains in late autumn—steady and indifferent, like a faucet left slightly open. James was delivering flowers to St. Ignatius Hospice on the South Side, a job he took after the church stopped paying his stipend. He...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 8 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Ferryman's DilemmaACT I: THE MAN WHO COULD SEE THEM The first time James Callahan saw one of them, he thought he was having a stroke. It was a Tuesday in November, raining in that particular way Chicago rains in late autumn—steady and indifferent, like a faucet left slightly open. James was delivering flowers to St. Ignatius Hospice on the South Side, a job he took after the church stopped paying his stipend. He...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 11 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Ferryman's DilemmaACT I: THE MAN WHO COULD SEE THEM The first time James Callahan saw one of them, he thought he was having a stroke. It was a Tuesday in November, raining in that particular way Chicago rains in late autumn—steady and indifferent, like a faucet left slightly open. James was delivering flowers to St. Ignatius Hospice on the South Side, a job he took after the church stopped paying his stipend. He...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 10 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The Pale PathThe road to Blackwater Ford had been pale even before the snow came — a ribbon of crushed limestone cutting through the moors like a scar across the face of the moorland god who had dreamed this place into being and then forgotten it. Thomas Calderwood walked it every morning at dawn, as he had for seventeen years. His boots were the colour of dried blood, his coat patched at every elbow and...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 9 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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