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He arrived at Portree on the Isle of Skye and found a rather welcoming lady that was only too happy to have a visitor willing to pay for a stay at the tiny house that was the town’s hotel. He was able to borrow her landline to call a Dr Dubhe McCloude, native to Isle…
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Corbin swept his papers to the side of the lab table. “What did you find?” Sophia asked as she tidied up the papers, shoving them into their respective files. For the life of him, he couldn’t quite figure out why Sophia’s desk could be a complete disaster zone, but she insisted on filing his papers.
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“I just wish that you could actually get this thing to go into the future. I want to know that the chry-chambers stay fully functional all the way through the trip,” Sophia grouched. It had been a full two years since Corbin’s offer, and since the War began. Drought had set in after the destruction…
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Dinner was lavish, as to be expected of Mrs Stiner. She had been the top reigning chef of a lead New York French restaurant in her day. She was a little disgruntled, though, to find no one enjoying their meal as much as she. Miss Teslanoviach was staring at her square plate like it was…
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He paced the study of his house. Books lined cherry shelves and his desk was overcrowded with papers and electronics. He had sent his maid up to check on the woman. What had possessed him to intervene was beyond him. A simple trip was all he wanted. He had gone to see the beginnings of…
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She sat rigidly in her chair, her second hand corset pinching at her ribs. This was not comfortable in the least. What had ever possessed her to go from her folks farm in Kansas to Manhattan of all places was beyond her now.
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There had not been as much improvement with the regiment in the past month as Fane had hoped. Running speed and shot accuracy had improved; however, many social and cultural traditions impeded progress at every turn.
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Fane woke to a throbbing headache. The last thing he remembered was walking into a dance club with Shelly, Ajay, and the prince. The sky shifted to a soft grey in the window, jasmine dancing against the pane. He scrambled to sit up. “Oh, crap! I’m going to be late.”
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“You got a glitch?” Marjorta grabbed Fane by the shoulders to steady him.
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“Is this what you do in the evenings when I leave you here?” Fane leaned against Prince Orlov’s doorframe to watch the man hacking and slashing at the air in his Nurvo Gear.
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