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THE HOLLOW MERIDIANACT I: THE LOCKED ROOM (20%) The rifle was too heavy for Corinne to lift. It was an old thing—World War I era, maybe older, with a walnut stock worn smooth by a hundred hands and a barrel that had seen more use than any weapon should. It sat on a shelf in the Thorne family library, behind glass, and every person who had entered that room since 1919 had left with the same instruction from...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 0 Просмотры 0 предпросмотрВойдите, чтобы отмечать, делиться и комментировать!
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The Conqueror's LedgerThe rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the dirt slicker. I stood under the awning of the diner on Sunset Boulevard, watching the water run off the roof and mix with the oil and cigarette butts and whatever else had been on that sidewalk for the last hundred years. I had been standing there for twenty minutes, smoking a cigarette I didn't really want, thinking about...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 2 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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V-04: The Neon Lie(Style D: Noir/Hard-boiled) The rain in Neo-Veridia didn't wash anything away; it just smeared the neon lights across the asphalt like wet paint. I sat in my office, the kind of place where the dust had its own zip code and the only thing working was the whiskey bottle. My name is Miller. I used to be a Signal Analyst for the Hegemony. Now, I'm just a guy who finds things people want to stay...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 1 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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THE LAST LIGHT OF NEW CARTHAGEI found Grandfather's diary in the cellar on a Tuesday in October, 1872. The house was cold—the coal fire had been banked too early, as it always is when one lives alone—and the smell of damp stone and forgotten things rose to meet me as I descended the narrow stairs with a candle in my hand. There, behind a stack of water-stained furniture covers, in a tin box whose lock had rusted solid, was...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 1 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The-Gilded-AgeThe Gilded Age "Your Eleanor." Thomas Harrington IV said it with that lazy, easy smile of his—the smile that had opened doors at Madison Avenue clubs and got reservations at restaurants that didn't take reservations—and for a moment, in the golden light of his Central Park estate, Eleanor Voss believed that maybe, this time, it meant something different. Then she saw the way he looked at Vivian...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 0 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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Where the Anchor Held Five Views of a VacancyTommy Brennan stood outside the shuttered pub with his hands in the pockets of his tracksuit bottoms and counted. It was what he did now, since the dole office had started requiring fortnightly signing and the woman behind the glass partition always asked the same questions about his job search activities, which he recorded in a thin exercise book with a biro that kept running out. The book had...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 3 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The jazz band played in the basement of the Savoy Hotel, and above them, Chicago glittered like s...Three months had passed since Professor Blackwell's experiment. Three months of silence, of unanswered questions, of a man who had walked into the particle accelerator and never walked out. Eleanor stood in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the warm light of the hallway. She had been wearing that emerald dress tonight—the one that made Edward think of spring, which seemed absurd in...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 4 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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THE MUTATION OF LONDONCHAPTER ONE The floodwaters had been rising for three centuries, and Kael understood this better than anyone. At thirty-one, he was one of the last post-humans to survive in the submerged ruins of London, a city that had once housed eight million souls and now housed three thousand, living in the upper floors of the tallest buildings, connected by bridges and cable-walks and the fragile network...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 4 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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The East End HubThe network had been running for eleven years. Rose McAllister did not know it in those terms. She was forty-six years old, living in a one-bedroom flat in Whitechapel, and she thought of her life not as a network but as a list of names: people she knew, people who knew her, people who owed her things and people she owed things to, and the invisible web of obligations that connected them all...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 4 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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Sample-V10-The Last Signal of New York-202606071915.txt(Act I: The Ascent) The Atlantic had not risen; it had conquered. New York was now a city of islands, a jagged archipelago of skyscrapers jutting out of a sapphire void. We lived in the "High-Tide" districts, the top twenty floors of the old world, connected by precarious suspension bridges and zip-lines. I, Clara, lived on the 84th floor of the Chrysler Building, a world of wind-swept terraces...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 3 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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THE SIGNAL FROM LILY BRENNANThe office was on State Street, third floor of a building that smelled of boiled cabbage and old plumbing and the faint, sweet-sour smell of whiskey that seeped up from the bar downstairs. It was a small office—just a desk, a chair, a filing cabinet that stuck when you pulled the second drawer, and a window that looked out over a brick wall so close I could touch it if I leaned far enough out...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 1 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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Iron Dawn - T3-05 Rebel Shaping PerspectiveThe world was a series of fractured mirrors, and Jack Moravec was the crack running through them all. In the shadow of the great steel mills, the air tasted of oxidized copper and forgotten promises. This variant, viewed through the lens of T3-05 Rebel Shaping, explores the depth of the human spirit. This variant, viewed through the lens of T3-05 Rebel Shaping, explores the depth of the human...0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 5 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр
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