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Rivertown 3

Amanda Wright was a slight, blonde woman in fashionable clothes. She seemed worried but fully in control, almost exasperated at this situation. She was ready to receive me and held a dossier as she let me in the door. “Would … Continue reading

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Area Man (Rivertown 2)

My dreams caused me to toss and turn all night. I awoke in a shiver. My sheets were uncomfortably moist and in telling disorder. I was conscious of no particular discomfort, yet a vague unease disturbed me. I pushed my … Continue reading

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Straight-Up (Rivertown 1)

A river cradles a smattering of houses before straightening out. Unnoticed by the march of humanity along the great water, the village huddles in its bend. Although a bus arrives from Neerbaipur every noon, on most days none deboard except … Continue reading

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Report on Lagrange Colony Uno, “Terra Novus”

to Department Chief Intelligence and Information Agency Provisional Government of Earth and Provinces Wellington, New Zealand Classified confidential. Restrict publication and distribution, Section 19 Para 4, “Internal use only”. May 19, 2179 Summary This report describes in brief the political … Continue reading

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3. The Lobster

The lines of time are tangled, and people especially so. When I look back on those years some days stand out like lone trees in a field of grass, their branches drooping, casting a shadow in a swath around them. … Continue reading

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I have not told you this, but I revisited the garden on several occasions before the time K asked me that question. And although time was compressed and collapsed in my memory, this much was clear to me. It had … Continue reading

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1. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

I was the first freshman in years to find the little garden. You had to go five blocks east to the park, cut across the front of the statue and part some bushes to find the scramble-path down the hill. … Continue reading

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