The Golden Opportunity_A Few More Dollars_A man and Evil and his luck_The Dead Drop
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The Golden Opportunity
The Golden Opportunity The sunburn cases began to mount up as the year 2300 drew to a close. Not just first degree burns, but second and third-degree burns--from only a half-hour exposure, in the middle of November. The epicenter of the weird climate reversal? The normally most frigid inhabited place on earth--Oymyakon, Russia. This area had set a record of negative 96、16 degrees Fahrenheit, but its daily temperature now hadwww.onedoor.cc averaged positive 90 degrees Fahrenheit for a solid week.Because the overall temperature of the entire earth had increased gr...
A Few More Dollars
PROLOGUE Wednesday, October 9, 1867 Three miles east of South Pass City, Wyoming TerritoryIt was approaching sundown when Polly Bartlett spied the doctor from her parlor window. He had turned off the Oregon Road onto the rougher track leading into Slaughterhouse Gulch and subsequently into the yard of her father’s inn. If you could label dirt and sagebrush a yard, she thought. She knew he was a physician simply from the bag strapped to the pommel of his saddle, all doctors carried just that style of valise to hold medications, along with the tools of their trade. She felt that old warm sensat...
A man and Evil and his luck
There was once a very talented craftsman who was hired to build a small church in a small village. The man was given a month to complete his task and he assured the people of the village that he would do as he had promised and build them a beautiful church that would make them all very proud. The craftsman asked the people of the village to give him his wages before he began his work so that he might buy food and materials. The kind people of the village trusted the craftsman and so they paid him his money and believed that he would do as he had promised. But the craftsman did not begin work s...
The Dead Drop
Angelus Station, near plane Toa in the Nuva system. Room 2833, Jal-Hadin resort. 3 days until the drop. Another morning waking up alone. Another cup of Slomnian brew gone cold sits on the nightstand as Tanner runs his hands through his hair, down his face, and finally rests them limply as elbows dig into the skin of his thighs—both legs grey in the dimly lit suite. He's still wearing the swim trunks from two days before, starkly floral against his paleness, and he finds the light-blue shirt lying bunched up in the corner like used napkins. The shape reminds him of a whimpering dog, ...