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Title: The Dynasty of DustThe Sterling family did not rise to power; they erupted into it. In the smog-choked heart of Industrial Manchester, Silas Sterling had discovered a method of refining steel that was a century ahead of its time. Within a decade, he had transformed a small forge into an empire that spanned three continents. Silas spent his wealth on monuments to his own ego—titanic factories that belched black...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 11 Ansichten 0 BewertungenBitte loggen Sie sich ein, um liken, teilen und zu kommentieren!
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ACT I -- SETUPThe barbecue was supposed to be a celebration. The Pruitt family had won the county contract for the new distribution warehouse, and Eunice Pruitt had arranged for the whole town to gather at the community park behind the Methodist church. Cornbread on paper plates. Sweet tea in red solo cups. Someone's truck playing country music loud enough to rattle the cooler lids. Clara Bellweather arrived...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 13 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Last OperatorHarlan Graves sat on the base of the radio telescope every night and listened to the wind. He was fifty-two years old and had not worked since the coal mine closed. He had been a miner for twenty-eight years, which meant he had spent more of his life underground than above it. When the mine closed, he emerged into a world that had no use for men who knew how to dig holes in the earth. The town...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 10 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Phoenix SpecimenThe salon was in a townhouse on Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honore, and it was exactly the kind of place Julian Ashworth had been born to inhabit. Crystal chandeliers cast light over marble floors. Women in silk dresses moved through rooms filled with paintings, sculptures, and the kind of furniture that cost more than most people earned in a lifetime. Men in tailcoat jackets discussed art,...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 9 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Mirror's EdgeYou wake up in a room that feels like a memory of someone else's life. The walls are a pale, clinical white, and the air tastes of ozone and sterile linen. You don't remember your name, but you remember the feeling of a hand in yours—a warmth that is now a phantom ache in your palm. You are a "Subject," a designation given to you by the men in the grey suits who visit you every morning. They...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 9 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Other Side of the MirrorThe first session with Client X began on a Monday in March, which is to say it began on a day that was indistinguishable from every other day in my practice. I am Arthur Payne. I am forty-five years old. I am a psychologist with a private practice on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. I specialize in trauma and post-traumatic stress. I have been doing this work for eighteen years. I am good at...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 11 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Starlight ProjectEleanor Vanderbilt did not believe in ghosts. She believed in ledgers, in property holdings, in the solid arithmetic of wealth. But when Nick Callahan described the man on Long Island—the man who claimed to have found a crack in the universe—she felt something she could not name settle in her chest. "Tell me again," she said. Nick shifted in his chair. The Vanderbilt drawing room was warm and...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 7 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Crown of DustThe humid air of the Congo Basin felt like a wet blanket draped over Captain Alistair Finch's shoulders. He wiped the grime from his brass monocle, staring at the impenetrable wall of emerald green that lay before him. Behind him, his small contingent of porters and a disgraced botanist named Dr. Aristhone were hacking through the undergrowth with a desperation that bordered on madness. Finch...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 9 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Observatory of Lost SoulsI. The pulse arrived on a night when the Himalayan wind had stripped the sky of every star except one: Vega. Arthur Pendelton was alone at the outpost, perched on a ledge twelve thousand feet above the valley floor, where the air was so thin it burned the lungs and the cold settled into the bones like a permanent tenant. He had been stationed here for eleven months, employed by the East India...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 10 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Starlight FleetThe jazz band had just finished a set when Nicholas Sterling first spoke the words that would haunt him for the rest of his life. He was sitting at a corner table in the Cotton Club, a glass of gin between his hands, listening to Louis Armstrong's trumpet weave through the smoke and the laughter and the clinking of glasses. The gin was cheap, but the music was priceless, and for a moment,...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 10 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Black SignalACT I: THE GIFT The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash things clean. It made everything worse, turning the grime of the city into a slick black paste that coated everything from the sidewalks to the inside of Jack Morretti's lungs. Jack had come home from the war in '46 with a head full of holes and a pocket full of nothing. Not the nothing of a man who had no money—the nothing of a man who had no...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 9 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Weight of Dust## Act I: The Outset Oakhaven was a town where the wind only blew in one direction: toward the graveyard. It was a place of rusted silos and grey skies, a relic of an industrial boom that had ended forty years ago, leaving behind a population of people who were as hollow as the factories they once worked in. Toby was nineteen, with a restless energy that felt like a foreign language in...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 8 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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