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  • The Assistant's Report
    ## [English Version] The first time I noticed something wrong with Dr. Harris, he was standing in front of a whiteboard in Room 314 of the Morrison Building, drawing equations that I could not follow with a marker that was running dry. He had been going like this for six hours. His graduate students had left three hours ago. His coffee had gone cold an hour ago. But he kept drawing, and his...
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  • The Inkwell's Abyss
    Chapter One The typewriter sat on my desk like a dead thing. Black cast iron, cold and unmoving, its keys arranged in rows like teeth that had forgotten how to bite. I pressed one. The letter E appeared in the paper with a sound like a bone snapping. Eleanor Vane sat in her room at Bloomsbury Square, London, 1887. Outside, the gas lamps of Chelsea street cast amber pools through the fog that...
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  • The Maharaja's Ledger
    I The jungle did not forgive. It tolerated, occasionally, but it did not forgive, and Arthur Hastings III understood this better than most men in the East India Company's service. He had come to India at twenty-two, fresh from Eton and Oxford, carrying a commission in the Bengal Infantry and a head full of romantic notions about empire and duty and the civilizing mission. He was twenty-eight...
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  • The Alchemist of Rust County
    The wind howled across the Rust Wastes like a wounded animal, carrying with it the dust of ten thousand dead engines. Jesse Morrow knelt in the mud beside the wounded warlord daughter, his hands already stained with oil and blood. Kate Briggs had been shot through the shoulder. The bullet was still in there, and the rust fever was setting in. Jesse could feel it the way the radiation was eating...
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  • THE DEEP EXAMINATION
    THE DEEP EXAMINATION Dr. Sarah Price received the data packet on day 1,247 of her assignment to Kuiper Station Omega, a research outpost at the edge of known solar space. The packet had been transmitted from Earth three years earlier, during a communication window that lasted forty-seven minutes. By the time it reached Omega, the signal had degraded through cosmic dust, solar wind, and the...
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  • The gym smelled like sweat and rust and the particular kind of damp that only exists in basements that were once something else.
    Danny Kovac wiped the floor with a mop that had more holes than fabric and watched the water spread across the concrete in dark, irregular patches. His right knee ached. It always ached when it rained, and it had been raining in Pittsburgh for three days straight, a steady gray drizzle that made everything feel like it was slowly dissolving. He was thirty-four years old. He had been thirty-four...
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  • The Golden Exchange
    The ticker tape never stopped talking. That was the first thing Vincent Moretti learned on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange: the machine had opinions, and they came in the form of punched paper ribbons that fell like confetti from the ceiling of a cathedral built for a new god. He was nineteen, Irish-Italian from Hester Street, with ink on his fingers and a photographic memory that made...
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  • What We Leave in the River
    The river delivered two bodies to the shore on a Tuesday, which is to say it delivered them reluctantly, after three days in the silt and current of the Big Missouri, and the people who found them were not the kind of people who found anything except dead fish and the occasional tire. Sarah Kim arrived before the sheriff. She always arrived before the sheriff. It was not a rule or an...
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  • The Blade and the City
    I. The ring smelled of sweat and cheap whiskey and the particular brand of desperation that only exists in places where men come to get paid for getting hurt. Jack Kowalski wiped blood from his left eye with the back of a taped hand and watched the crowd surge forward, their mouths open, their voices a single beast. The bell rang. The round ended. Jack went to his corner and Pop Maloney pressed...
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  • The Things They Signed
    The mud in Belgium didn't smell like anything Bob could recognize. It smelled like rust and old meat and something else he couldn't name, something that made his throat close up every time he took a breath. He was sitting in a hole that the army called a foxhole but which looked exactly like a grave with the bottom kicked out. The hole was six feet wide and four feet deep and occupied by...
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  • The Weight of Knowledge
    Thomas Ashworth was twenty-three when he discovered the notebook, and he was already tired of being tired. The mansion on Kensington Square had been his workplace for eleven months. His duties were simple: dust the library each morning, polish the brass fittings on the door frames, and avoid looking directly at the portraits of people whose names he was never told. The work paid twelve...
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  • The Starlight Corridor
    ACT I: THE AWAKENING The jazz poured from the speakeasy on Forty-second Street like water from a broken dam, and Thomas Callahan stood on the corner, listening to it the way a starving man listens to the smell of bread. He was twenty-four, Irish on his father's side, poor on both, and possessed of a mind that saw patterns where other men saw only chaos. Three years earlier, Thomas had arrived...
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