Finished Folds (521—540)
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2check herself and peek again into the rest of the house. Still uncertain, she returned to the beautiful room and sat in a chair. An old silver bell with a black handle moved toward
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2the boxes, including some sense of actually living in a healthy village. I stared at my sunlit coffee in despair. I looked up and saw my cousin Jeremy. "I'm dead," he said
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3The concierge bowed and withdrew from the recluse's door, folded paper in hand. He felt a tug in his mind, and a compulsion to deliver the story so far to whoever lived in 12A. Ma
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5from The Integral and my friend Dmitri accompanied me only grudgingly. "Great idea. Vodka, sprats and caviar -- enticements of the fallen -- are surely worth the horrors we shall
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12what the purveyor labeled "The Matter of the Minions" but was really just a timesnap of Lady Bargemore's maid purchasing a bolt of cloth. Moodle's Past Grabber had missed a more in
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4Terrence looked pale and emaciated as habitués of the VR do. He seemed to pity me for not joining in, but I made enough to keep myself and my cat housed, fed and healthy. My bike w
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2In retrospect, that shadowy nether region found the alewife and her husband to be such disappointing appetizers that it turned its attention elsewhere for a more fulfilling buffet.
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2My favorite VR world ejected me after 10 hours. "You need exercise, proper food and undisturbed sleep." All because I had never upgraded my body or gone completely digital like
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2Mayonne Kirpl laid out her silverware just so. TBH, it was just ordinary flatware, but she wasn't expecting werewolves or vampires for dinner that evening, just a microwave lasagna
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3Starship NX5-231 was conveying her human research crew through the Tergulian Sector when she detected the faint strains of Joteo Prang's cover of "Starfaring Stranger" on channel
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5It seemed to take ages for Holmes to finally tell the amethyst dragon, "Yes, I'd like that very much. We could visit the Rosecrans Metro Silver Line Station, or whatever you like."
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3man walk down, before you can call him a cab? I'd been following Joe Greaves through alleys, fields, crossroads, abandoned shopping malls -- yet he strode on with a purpose in his
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4"And apparently I am to transcribe every draft," Dad continued with forlorn humor. He showed me Mum's manuscripts, the galactic timelines, the Tanith-Lee-meets-Dostoevsky webs of
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2At yet another funeral for Holmes, some grimy urchin, far from its squalid ward, addressed me. "My dear Watson, it seems I am become to some extent an hermaphrodite." Astonished, I
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3her eyes, the Xeroto that had reconstituted itself in her brain told her she would live to see many splendors, even if her guy and the rest of the town succumbed to the water-borne
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6In the wan light of morning, thunder rose behind me. A few golden leaves drifted at my side, the side of my dagger hand. My hands were empty; my conscience clear. The False Emperor
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5dainty or accurate as my mosquito foe, and so one had to apologise to some extent to Lady Maribeth and Uncle Alistair as one wielded the anti-mosquito chainsaw. Luckily, my br
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5"We interrupt this interruption to bring you this potentially very important announcement."
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2see those words, written on paper by the hand of a blind man, so nicely formed and well-spaced, about the hidden city of Uqbar and its best eateries. On the flight from Bangkok,
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1and decent music, leaving him stranded in the parking lot of an abandoned mall. The sky turned green, his phone was dead, and yet he had a strange kind of hope, and so he walked.