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  • Amanda Ross added blog Games
    2026-05-14 13:20:13 -
    David Novak believed, with the stubborn conviction of a man who had read too many philosophers and not enough economists, that ideas mattered. This belief was, in retrospect, either profoundly noble or profoundly stupid, and David was still unsure which.
    The blueprint had arrived in his life the way most meaningful things do in New York: by accident, in a place you would never expect to find them, accompanied by no fanfare whatsoever. It was Tuesday, raining, and David was sitting in a café on Washington Square, watching the rain make the square look like a watercolor painting that someone had left out in the weather. The café was called The...
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  • Dennis Grant added blog Games
    2026-05-21 15:46:56 -
    Sir Arthur Windsor arrived in Langkaya on a Tuesday in March 1890, carrying his father's hand-written manuscript in a leather portfolio and an unshakable belief in the civilizing mission of the British Empire.
    The manuscript had been left behind when his father, Colonel Windsor, disappeared during a surveying expedition in the Indian subcontinent twenty-eight years earlier. Officially, the colonel had died of fever. Unofficially, the Colonial Office had buried the report, and Arthur had spent his adult life piecing together what his father had been doing down here, in this place that appeared on no...
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  • Oliver Myers added blog Games
    2026-05-18 03:18:07 -
    Sir Arthur Windsor arrived in Langkaya on a Tuesday in March 1890, carrying his father's hand-written manuscript in a leather portfolio and an unshakable belief in the civilizing mission of the British Empire.
    The manuscript had been left behind when his father, Colonel Windsor, disappeared during a surveying expedition in the Indian subcontinent twenty-eight years earlier. Officially, the colonel had died of fever. Unofficially, the Colonial Office had buried the report, and Arthur had spent his adult life piecing together what his father had been doing down here, in this place that appeared on no...
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  • Ronald Barnes added blog Games
    2026-05-18 04:25:32 -
    Sir Arthur Windsor arrived in Langkaya on a Tuesday in March 1890, carrying his father's hand-written manuscript in a leather portfolio and an unshakable belief in the civilizing mission of the British Empire.
    The manuscript had been left behind when his father, Colonel Windsor, disappeared during a surveying expedition in the Indian subcontinent twenty-eight years earlier. Officially, the colonel had died of fever. Unofficially, the Colonial Office had buried the report, and Arthur had spent his adult life piecing together what his father had been doing down here, in this place that appeared on no...
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  • Z.R. ZHANG
    added blog Literature
    2026-05-01 16:18:19 -
    The Frequency of Belief
    The party at Vanderbilt Manor smelled of gin, gardenias, and the particular brand of desperation that only the newly rich can manufacture. I stood on the terrace, nursing a drink I did not want, watching the guests perform their nightly ritual of becoming someone else for an evening. That was the thing about the Jazz Age: we had learned how to celebrate, but we had forgotten why. Julian Croft,...
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  • Clara added blog Literature
    2026-08-14 00:17:34 -
    The Wistful Compass
    By Clara Ashworth-Merritt · Published August 14, 2026 The compass had belonged to her grandmother, or so her mother said—or perhaps to her mother's grandmother. The brass casing was worn smooth on one side, as if someone had carried it in their palm through a lifetime of bad weather, thumb turning the glass-covered dial back toward north the way other people prayed. Clara found it in a...
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