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The Aether PlagueThe metal block dissolved without sound. Dr. Eleanor Whitmore watched through the leaded glass of the observation window as the aether-light passed through the cast iron cylinder the size of a man's torso. There was no explosion. No fire. No flash of brilliance. Simply a colorless beam, pale as morning fog, and where it touched the iron, the iron came apart at the molecular level, dissolving...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 8 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Black Death reached Norfolk in the autumn of 1348, and with it came something older than plague, something that had been sleeping in the earth since the Saxons first built their villages and learned to turn away from their guests.William de Montfort was twenty-four years old, eldest son of Sir Richard de Montfort, lord of the largest estate in the county. He had been trained for war since he was twelve—sword, lance, horse—but he had never fought a battle. He had studied the Bible, the chronicles, the works of Augustine and Aquinas. He knew what the world was supposed to be: a hierarchy ordained by God, with the king at...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 70 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Black Knight's PlagueThe London Tower did not smell like death. It smelled like damp stone and old iron and the particular kind of rot that comes when human beings are packed too closely together for too long and the earth refuses to absorb what they leave behind. William de Montfort knew this smell. He had spent three months breathing it, lying on straw that had belonged to men before him and would belong to men...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 11 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Black Plague of Blackwood ManorI arrived at Blackwood Manor on an evening when the Highland mist clung to the hills like a shroud. The letter from the Royal Society had been terse, written in the cramped hand of Professor Whitmore: "Seven servants dead. No cause apparent. Come at once. The matter is grave." I am Isabella Foster, twenty-eight years of age, one of the very few women to have earned a medical degree from...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 19 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Black Plague of Blackwood ManorI arrived at Blackwood Manor on an evening when the Highland mist clung to the hills like a shroud. The letter from the Royal Society had been terse, written in the cramped hand of Professor Whitmore: "Seven servants dead. No cause apparent. Come at once. The matter is grave." I am Isabella Foster, twenty-eight years of age, one of the very few women to have earned a medical degree from...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 12 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Black Plague of Blackwood ManorI arrived at Blackwood Manor on an evening when the Highland mist clung to the hills like a shroud. The letter from the Royal Society had been terse, written in the cramped hand of Professor Whitmore: "Seven servants dead. No cause apparent. Come at once. The matter is grave." I am Isabella Foster, twenty-eight years of age, one of the very few women to have earned a medical degree from...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 6 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Black Plague of Blackwood ManorI arrived at Blackwood Manor on an evening when the Highland mist clung to the hills like a shroud. The letter from the Royal Society had been terse, written in the cramped hand of Professor Whitmore: "Seven servants dead. No cause apparent. Come at once. The matter is grave." I am Isabella Foster, twenty-eight years of age, one of the very few women to have earned a medical degree from...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 26 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Brass PlagueThe village of Oakhaven was a place where the wind sounded like a funeral dirge and the fog never truly lifted. In the year of our Lord 1348, the Great Dying had come, turning the streets into open graves and the churches into houses of screaming. Lucas was a man of forbidden knowledge. While others prayed to a silent God, Lucas prayed to the geometry of the earth and the secrets of the forge....0 Reacties 0 aandelen 5 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Chrome PlagueKai lived in the Neon Sprawl, a city where the rain always tasted of copper and the sky was a permanent shade of bruised purple. He was a "glitch-hunter," an engineer who specialized in fixing the autonomous delivery drones that kept the city breathing. Kai's pride was the "Swift-Sentry" series—sleek, silver spheres that could navigate the vertical labyrinths of the Sprawl with a grace that...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 31 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Faded CrownThey fell in love the way people fell into wells—slowly at first, then all at once. He came for the flour. He stayed for the conversation. She let him stay. The mill became their neutral ground, neither his father's parish nor the miller's property, but something that belonged to neither of them and therefore belonged to both. She taught him about wheat. He taught her about Latin. She laughed...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 10 Views 0 voorbeeld
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