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The Gentleman Thief of WhitechapelThe gloves were silk, charcoal grey, and cost more than most Whitechapel families earned in a year. Arthur Blackwood adjusted them as he stepped through the service entrance of Lord Ashworth's Mayfair townhouse, the way he had been instructed three nights earlier by a woman whose face he could not quite remember beneath the veil. The house was asleep. Arthur knew this because he had spent the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 1 Views 0 previzualizareVă rugăm să vă autentificați pentru a vă dori, partaja și comenta!
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The Last Watcher of FrostvaleI. They cast me out on a Tuesday, which was fitting, for Tuesdays had never done me any favors. The Blackwood family—my father's family, the family I had never truly belonged to as a second son—decided I had become a burden. My brother inherited the estate. My father inherited his silence. I inherited nothing but a trunk of useless books and a ticket to London. I found myself in a room in...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 2 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Truth at the End of the WorldACT ONE The file was misfiled. Not missing -- misfiled. That was the first thing I noticed, and it was the thing that made me suspicious, because nothing in the National Archives is missing by accident. Everything is exactly where someone put it, which means that when you find something in the wrong place, it means someone put it there wrong on purpose. The file was labeled under "Cuban Missile...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 6 Views 0 previzualizare
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Heat of BayouThe post office in Natchitoches was a small brick building that smelled of damp paper and old wood, and it was in this post office that Dr. Edmund Calloway met the man who would change everything. Ed stood at the counter with a form in his hand—a query about mail forwarding for a rural route in the bayou. He was forty-seven, tall and thin, wearing a suit that had been fashionable fifteen years...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 6 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Ghost in the GlassThe Ghost in the Glass Act I: The Spark Dr. Samuel Mercer discovered the Echo three years before he told anyone. He was in the Ascendancy laboratory on the forty-second floor of the Meridian Tower in downtown San Francisco, running what should have been a routine post-upload assessment. The subject was a fifty-eight-year-old woman named Patricia who had paid for the standard Ascension...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 2 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Function of GodThe basement of the Thorne Institute smelled of ozone and old blood. Dr. Elias Thorne didn't mind. In the dim light of the monitors, he watched the spatial coordinates of the city shift by a fraction of a millimeter. To the world, it was a minor earthquake. To Elias, it was a symphony. He had found the "Void-Key," a mathematical sequence that allowed a human mind to interface with the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 8 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Green Light Across the BayChapter OneThe letter arrives on a Thursday in January 1922, and Gavin O'Malley reads it standing on the platform at Grand Central Terminal, surrounded by people who are going somewhere important and know exactly how to get there.He is going nowhere in particular, which is why he has come to New York in the first place.The letter is from the Stirling family solicitor and it is polite in the way...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 13 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Frequency of Silence (V-02)New York in 1924 was a symphony of contradictions. Above, the jazz clubs screamed with a desperate, glittering joy; below, the tenements whispered of a hunger that no amount of gin could drown. Elias worked in the basement of the New York Public Library, a curator of silence in a city that had forgotten how to be still. Elias was born with a glitch in his perception. To him, people were not...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 2 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Terraformer's OathThe Terraformer's Oath Lieutenant Claire Delacroix stood on the surface of Ares-7 and watched the sky turn the color of rust. It had been red before, of course. That was what the planet was known for—iron oxide coating every surface, every rock, every grain of dust. But today it was not the familiar Mars-red of her training simulations. Today it was the color of something dying. The...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 11 Views 0 previzualizare
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The UpliftThe UpliftI.The piano sounded like rain on a tin roof—staccato, restless, alive. Marcus Delaney's fingers moved across the keys without looking at them; he had been playing since he was six years old, and his hands knew the geography of this upright Yamaha better than they knew the faces of the people he lived with.The club was half-full on a Tuesday. A Tuesday in 1925, in a basement on 135th...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 12 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Memory Forger's DaughterThe rain in New Haven didn't wash anything clean. It made everything wetter. Acid rain, mostly, dripping from the smog layers above, carrying the faint metallic tang of the atmospheric processors that kept the city breathable. The streets were lined with neon signs that flickered in and out of existence, their light reflected in puddles the color of motor oil. You could get anything in New...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 6 Views 0 previzualizare
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The Manor by the FensI was fourteen when I first walked across the moor to the Ashworth estate. The Yorkshire wind was already sharp that October, carrying the scent of wet peat and decaying bracken. My job was to cut the overgrown grass along the eastern approach—what remained of a lawn that hadn't seen a proper lawnmower in thirty years, since Mr. Ashworth left and the world turned its back on this piece of the...0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 1 Views 0 previzualizare
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