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I finished the last line with a flourish, dropping the quill back into its pot and shuffling the pag…

Brass tinkled on the workshop floor. Beckton closed the bolt again, but didn't pop up for another sh…

No amount of wishing would give us the time we wanted: we turned, at last, onto an avenue that was a…

He was in the garden when I found him, sitting peacefully beside a gurgling stream.

Over the sights…

Lieutenant Commander Morell watched twelve specks of white light streak away from the carrier. She t…

Beckton leaned out sideways and pulled the gun into his shoulder in one movement. He placed a little…

We floated in the serene darkness of the south-eastern hydroponics dome. The plants were in their ni…

Shrapnel pounded the heavy workbench and zinged its way overhead. Beckton popped up to assess the si…

Beckton felt Newkirk slip a handful of bullets for the Springfield into his pocket.

"Were you expec…

An explosion echoed outside. The pair, seasoned veterans both, were in motion without a word. Beckto…

Beckton smoked a cigarette himself while Newkirk scribbled down a long note for his factory chief.

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The professor drew deeply on his cigarette, the end burning brightly in the semi-darkness. He was lo…

The ceiling lights cast yellow pools of light, but did little to keep the space from feeling gloomy …

I found it hard to sleep. Worries chased themselves around my head. What was I doing, leaving alone …

She was waiting for me the next morning, sitting at my table with a bowl of hot porridge and a packe…