21 stories
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Émile Gaboriau-
990
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63 parts
A suffocating fog clings to the cobblestones of Paris, mirroring the miasma of dread that seeps from the shadowed alleys and the decaying gr... -
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Agatha Christie-
733
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36 parts
A suffocating velvet darkness clings to every carriage, every polished panel of the Blue Train as it slices through the winter-bleak Europea... -
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Edgar Wallace-
526
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42 parts
A creeping dread clings to the fog-choked streets of London, mirroring the suffocating secrets within the opulent, yet decaying, mansions of... -
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Baroness Orczy-
480
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39 parts
Dust motes dance in perpetual twilight within the shadowed rooms of a forgotten London. A man, etched with secrets and possessing eyes that ... -
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Franklin W. Dixon-
478
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26 parts
Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of Blackwood Hollow, clinging to the rotting timbers of the mill like mournful spirits. The air h... -
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Carolyn Keene-
464
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26 parts
Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of the sprawling, isolated mansion, each tick of the grandfather clock echoing like a skeletal he... -
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Franklin W. Dixon-
444
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26 parts
A perpetual mist clings to Cabin Island, a skeletal finger of land reaching into a grey, unforgiving sea. The air tastes of brine and decay,... -
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Earl Derr Biggers-
443
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26 parts
A creeping dread clings to the Hawaiian shores, woven into the very timbers of a peculiar mansion. Whispers follow its American owner, a man... -
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Dashiell Hammett-
442
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27 parts
A creeping rot festers in the carcass of a city carved by greed and shadowed by debt. The air hangs thick with the metallic tang of blood an... -
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H. Beam Piper-
410
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24 parts
The ancestral halls of the Van Derlyn estate bleed shadow and dust, steeped in the scent of gunpowder and decay. A chill, deeper than the No... -
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Franklin W. Dixon-
389
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26 parts
A creeping dread clings to the limestone walls, to the damp earth breathed out by unseen mouths in the darkness. The caves aren't merely cav... -
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Franklin W. Dixon-
383
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26 parts
The salt-laced wind howls a mournful dirge around the skeletal frame of Blackwood House, clinging to the cliff’s edge like a desperate, clin... -
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Franklin W. Dixon-
379
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24 parts
Dust motes dance in perpetual twilight within the shadowed halls of Greystone Manor, a crumbling edifice clinging to the cliffs overlooking ... -
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Franklin W. Dixon-
372
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25 parts
The air hangs thick with brine and regret along the crumbling Maine coastline. Fog, grey as a shroud, clings to the skeletal remains of aban... -