Amy Ward

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2026-06-11 13:47:53 -

The Elixir of Long Island
The jazz played from every radio on Long Island. It played from the estates of the old money families and from the shacks of the new money families and from the bars where the bootleggers drank champagne that had been smuggled in a fish truck. Margaret Sullivan did not have a radio. She had a stroke on a Wednesday in July and by Friday she could not speak. Not from paralysis. From shock. Her...

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2026-06-14 12:16:05 -

The Velvet Drowning
ACT I: THE BREAKING POINT Blackwood Manor sat atop the cliffs of Cornwall, a crumbling monument to a lineage of madness and maritime disaster. Silas was the last of the Blackwoods, a man who existed on the periphery of his own home, living in a small cottage by the lake. He was the family's "shame," born with a stutter and a tendency to wander into the woods for days. His only companions were...

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2026-06-17 01:16:28 -

The Harlem Sanctuary
The Harlem Sanctuary The alley behind 145th Street smelled of wet cardboard and boiled cabbage, the particular combination of odours that defined Harlem in the winter of 1925. Eleanor Duval walked it quickly, her wool coat pulled tight against a wind that carried the bite of coming snow. She was twenty-nine, mixed-race on her mother's side — French-Caribbean, from Martinique — and Black on...

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2026-06-08 18:07:39 -

Sample V-12: The Moonlight Masquerade
The manor was a skeleton of stone and ivy, a decaying monument to a family that had forgotten how to love and learned only how to possess, their legacy a trail of broken hearts and empty rooms. And I was the maggot crawling through its ribs, a stranger drawn to the scent of old grief and the promise of a secret that could not be told. I tripped over the ashes of a wedding dress in the ballroom,...

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2026-06-13 09:01:48 -

The Serpent in the Parsonage
The snake was in the churchyard on a Thursday. Father Thomas Whitfield saw it from the study window, coiled beneath the yew tree that marked the grave of his wife, Margaret, who had been dead eleven years and who still occupied more space in his mind than any living person he knew. The snake was small, no longer than his arm, and it was being pelted with stones by children from the village. Not...

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Amy Ward toegevoegd een audio Spellen
2026-06-08 21:24:21 -

The Patient from Below
Chapter I: The Braking The letter arrived on a Friday, which in Vienna is the day when everyone pretends the weekend is going to save them from things they should have dealt with on Monday. It was typed on government stationery, in a font that was designed to look friendly but achieved only the effect of a smile that does not reach the eyes. The letter informed me that the Weiss Institute for...

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2026-06-09 09:07:41 -

The Asylum of Forgotten Souls
The iron gates of Blackwood Asylum groaned on rusted hinges as Eleanor stepped through them, her valence clutched in gloves thin enough to be insulting. It was November, 1888, and the London fog had already begun its slow descent like a grey shroud over the East End. She was twenty-six, widowed (not by death but by poverty — her husband's family had disinherited him for marrying a woman with...

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2026-06-06 21:44:16 -

The Ark of the Last Stars
========================= Commander Kael Voss stood on the observation deck of the Aethelgard's Pride and watched the stars burn in the void. The ship was six miles long, a ring of steel and glass rotating slowly in the silence of subspace, and it had been rotating for twelve thousand years. Seventeen generations of crew had been born aboard, lived, loved, died, and been recycled into the...

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2026-06-13 16:40:27 -

The last light of New Carthage
She came to him on a night like any other—fog pressing against the gas lamps of the city, tide grinding itself against the limestone cliffs below the harbor. But this night, Arthur Blackwood was not himself. He had been awake for three days and two nights, pacing the stone floor of his study at Blackwood Manor, surrounded by pages of calculations that no sane man would believe. Then she...

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2026-06-14 20:04:40 -

The-Entropy-Garden
Signal Zero I. The Case The rain in New London had a particular chemistry to it—acidic enough to etch permanent patterns into the polymer rooftops, clean enough to make the neon reflections on the street shimmer like oil paintings. Kael Mercer watched it from the window of his office on the forty-seventh floor of the Meridian Building, nursing a glass of amber liquid that cost more than his...

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2026-06-09 18:46:02 -

The Ledger of Lost Innocence
(Act I: The Ascent) The humidity of the Mississippi Delta clung to everything like a wet shroud. I remember Julian and Clara as children—two pale, spindly things running through the tall grass of the Sterling plantation. I was the butler then, a man of shadows and silence, tasked with the upkeep of a house that was rotting from the inside out. They were inseparable, a singular unit of innocence...

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2026-06-06 20:27:06 -

The House That Ate the World
I The house had been eating for a hundred and thirty years, and Thomas Blackwood was the last man who knew how to make it stop. He arrived on a Sunday in October, 1954, in a car that smelled of gasoline and regret. The Blackwood plantation sat on a ridge above the Pearl River, surrounded by cypress trees that had outlived three generations of Blackwoods and would probably outlive him. The main...

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