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Each morning is a decision. Should I put on the brown mask or the blue? Should I be a tradesman or an assassin today?

Whatever...

When Rudolf Arnheim heard what his father had done, he kicked the leg of a table that his mother had brought to Malo as part of...

Gerald’s stomach clenched as he approached his daughter, Sarah. She sat at her computer, her back to the world, as intent as a...

I remember the future.

The future was glorious once. It was filled with sleek silver spaceships, lunar colonies, and galactic...