Chapter Thirty-Two: Back in the Saddle
Felix came to a broad, fast river. The far shore glowed in the low sunlight, a deep dark red, and on the...
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Chapter Thirty-Three: The Met
86th and Lex was as close as they could get to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was early evening. A few...
Chapter Thirty-Four: Chariots
Sitting and laughing by the lake after a long swim he thought, if only I wasn’t alone. The sun was...
Chapter Thirty-Five: Connections
Blinking back the bright light, Jacob Boyle surveyed the contents of his refrigerator without comprehension....
Chapter Thirty-Six: Shadowgraphs
Felix left Gametria and headed uptown. It took a little over an hour to get to 110th street. Sometimes he...
Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Bower of Coincidence
Transitions were never clear. It was not a matter of two incommensurate states. Rather he was where the...
Chapter Thirty-Eight: In the Arms of Judas Priest
Bryson was used to administering a large staff that performed all of the tasks she was now performing. She...
Chapter Thirty-Nine: Is That All There Is?
Bryson arrived back at the lab at 3 am. Felix was flat on his back in the muted light. Monitors ticked and...
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