• The Shadow Decryption
    The rain in Los Angeles did not wash things clean. It just made the grime slicker. Jack Callahan sat in his office on Sunset Boulevard, watching the water trace paths through the cigarette ash on his desk. The office was exactly what you would expect from a private detective's office in 1947: one desk, one chair, one file cabinet with two working drawers, and a window that looked out onto a...
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  • The Golden Crossing
    The Golden Crossing By Eleanor Ashworth The fog crept over the Channel like a living thing, swallowing the white cliffs whole. Inside the lighthouse tower, Lady Eleanor Vane stood at the observation window, her breath fogging the cold glass, and watched the English coast dissolve into nothing. Three weeks. It had been three weeks since she last saw land that wasn't an island of stone and...
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