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  • THE FLOOD WITHIN
    Choice One. The drone was dying. Kael could hear its distress ping — a thin electronic wail somewhere in the submerged ruins of the old Southbank Centre — and they knew that approaching a damaged Eridani unit was approximately the least intelligent thing a person could do in the flooded zones, right up there with swimming at night or drinking unfiltered Thames water. The corporate drones...
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  • The Rebuilders of the Jazz Age
    I The disease took everyone over thirteen in the autumn of 1924, and Julian O'Connor watched it happen from the corner of 125th and Seventh. He was fifteen, Irish immigrant blood in his veins, and he did not feel fear. He felt something closer to excitement. The adults were gone, and the city belonged to the children. Julian walked through Harlem that night with a group of twenty other kids,...
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  • The Janitor's Eyes
    Act I: The New Star I have been cleaning the Dirksen building for thirty years. Thirty years of mopping floors, emptying trash cans, and polishing brass railings that nobody looks at. I know every office in this building. I know which senators leave their doors open and which ones lock them. I know which staffers leave papers on their desks and which ones shred everything before they go home...
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  • The Queen of Ashes
    The plantation, "Belle Rose," was a sprawling monument to a dead era, its white columns leaning like drunken giants over the humid Georgia soil. Evelyn had spent eighteen years as the same: a decorative ornament, the docile daughter of a dynasty that traded in cotton and cruelty. She was the perfect, silent, porcelain doll of the South. But beneath the lace and the soft smiles, Evelyn had been...
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  • The Corporate Leviathan
    In the glass canyons of Manhattan, power was not measured in votes, but in patents. The war between Aethelgard Bio and NexaCore was not fought with armies, but with genetic sequences. The prize was the "Omni-Carrier," a modified cetacean capable of transporting biological data at speeds that bypassed all known encryption. The whale, designated Asset-01, was the most expensive piece of property...
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  • The Echo of Madness
    The patterns were everywhere. In the flicker of the fluorescent lights in the psychiatric ward, in the erratic pulse of the stock market tickers on his monitor, in the way the nurses walked in synchronized, meaningless loops. Elias Thorne didn't see a world of chaos; he saw a world of equations. Elias had been a mathematician of some renown before the "break." He had discovered a recursive loop...
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  • What the Rain Can't Wash Away
    What the Rain Can't Wash Away ACT I Maggie Sullivan worked the night shift at a convenience store off Euclid Avenue. It was her third month since the school board fired her, and her third month of sleeping at three in the afternoon and being awake at midnight, living on beer and peanut butter and a kind of numbness that she told herself was peace. The store was called Quick Stop, because the...
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  • The Patient from Below
    ACT I: THE LISTENING The sanatorium sat on the edge of Whitechapel, where the fog never fully lifted and the gas lamps cast yellow circles on cobblestones that were perpetually damp. Julian Ashworth had been sent here by his physician after his "episode" at twenty-five—a nervous breakdown, the doctor called it, though Julian suspected the word "nervous" was a euphemism for something the doctor...
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  • The Verdant Cabinet
    == I == The cabinet was locked, and the key was in the pocket of a coat Julian had not worn since his grandfather's funeral. He found it in February, when he was clearing out the townhouse in Edinburgh's West End — a Georgian building of pale sandstone that smelled faintly of damp wool and dried lavender — and needed somewhere to put his grandfather's papers. The coat was heavy wool, dark...
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  • THE PEOPLE'S ENGINE
    ### Act I: The Spark James Callahan first understood what engineering meant at the age of twelve, when he was sent into the depths of the Homestead Steel Plant to unclog a jammed conveyor belt that had brought the entire rolling mill to a halt. The foreman had given him a choice: crawl through the gap between two moving rollers, or watch his father lose a week's wages for the downtime. James...
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  • The House of Endless Summer
    The gate groaned when Wyatt pushed it open, a long, rusty sound like the house itself was complaining about being visited. The Beauregard estate sat at the end of a road that had once been called Magnolia Avenue but was now nothing but cracked asphalt and Spanish moss and houses that had been abandoned so long the cypress trees were growing through their porches. It was July in 1954, and the...
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  • The Watch That Stopped at Epsom
    The pocket watch arrived three days before the telegram, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string that had been knotted by hands too old for such delicate work. There was no return address. There was no note. There was only the watch itself, a silver hunter-case with a cracked crystal face and hands frozen at seventeen minutes to four. I recognized it immediately. It had belonged to Billy...
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