7 stories
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Dorothy M. Richardson
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872
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35 parts
A creeping dampness clings to every page, mirroring the subterranean passage that dominates this fractured narrative. Here, the London stree... -
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John Dos Passos
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686
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21 parts
A city of fractured souls, rising and falling with the tide of ambition. Manhattan, not as stone and steel, but as a suffocating pressure, a... -
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Jean Toomer
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510
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54 parts
Dust hangs thick in the air, a sepia shroud over fields bleached white by sun and sorrow. Cane breathes with the languid heat of a dying sea... -
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Virginia Woolf
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407
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28 parts
A creeping dread clings to the salt-laced air, thick as the London fog left behind. The vessel, less a ship than a womb adrift on a bruised,... -
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Aldous Huxley
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358
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31 parts
A creeping malaise settles over the estate of Crome, a pallid sun bleaching the stone to a sickly yellow hue. The air hangs thick with the s... -
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E. E. Cummings
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315
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13 parts
Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of a French prison camp, a suffocating stillness broken only by the rasp of coughs and the echoin... -
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Barbara Newhall Follett
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189
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7 parts
Dust motes dance in perpetual twilight within the shadowed halls of this ancestral home, a structure built not of stone and timber, but of g... -