The Last Shared Property

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Act I

The desert did not care about silence. It had been silent for millennia — since before humanity arrived, since long after humanity left. The silence o

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Literature

I am Leo Chen, and I work for Julian Thorne. My job is to make his life run smoothly.

Schedule meetings. Order lunch. Cancel appointments he never attends. Pick up his dry cleaning....

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Literature

Ray found the glove on a bench outside the diner on 47th Street. It was grey wool, worn thin at the fingertips, and it was cold. He picked it up because it was cold and he had nothing better to do with his hands.

He brought it inside. Maria was wiping the counter with a cloth that had seen better decades. She...

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The fog clung to Wapping like a shroud, thick and yellow and smelling of the Thames. Arthur Pemberton stood at the bottom of the narrow alley and looked up.

She was at the window. He had seen her three times now, always at dawn, always washing her face...

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The first time Julian Ashford heard Clara Moretti sing, he was sitting in the back corner of a Harlem speakeasy on 126th Street, wearing a tuxedo that cost more than her father had earned in three years, and feeling absolutely nothing.

Then she stepped to the microphone and opened her mouth, and the room stopped breathing. Her...

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Literature

The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the grime slicker.

Jack Delaney knew this. He had been living in Los Angeles for eight months since coming home from...

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