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	<description>27-Dec-2008. The Harbour Master has concluded Hammerport - around 20 years early. Understand that time is our currency and the coin of the realm needs to be spent wisely. He needs to raise the Little Harbour Master and write novels for publication and accolade. So fear not; the Harbour Master&#039;s words will be seen again.</description>
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		<title>Hammerport</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There is an old shack and outside it sits a man in his late forties. He sits not on a chair but on a ground of dry dust. It is a sunny day. God made it so, thinks Earl. His tears are exhausted and anger has left his insides charred. Nothing churns within. His heart [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Hands of Others (20 of 20)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8216;Here is your boarding pass. The gate will be announced 20 minutes prior to the departure, but you&#8217;re free to go straight through to the departures lounge.&#8217;
The woman didn&#8217;t hand the tickets to him directly, opting to put them on the counter thus deferring physical contact. Mr. Alpha was content with this.
Her bright red jacket [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Hands of Others (19 of 20)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ariadne stood in front of Bobby. She couldn&#8217;t stand for too long; aches and pains gripped her abdomen whenever she was upright.
Bobby looked up, his long black pony tail flicking across the back of the rocking chair, his jet black eyes meeting hers. He had a tall, strong face with a jawline that stood out [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Hands of Others (18 of 20)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The projection flickers across the brick wall of his cell and 3152 watches a slim naked woman writhing on a naked man, lean breasts rippling against jerky vertical motions in crisp black and white. A soundless wail is carried in the woman&#8217;s round mouth as if in pain. 3152 touches the projected breasts as instructed. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Hands of Others (17 of 20)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ariadne sat at the long oak dining table mispositioned beside the front window, preventing everyone sitting around it at the same time. Never had such an occasion arisen previously. It remained there because they didn&#8217;t expect it to happen again. Sunlight bled through patchy clouds and illuminated the whorls of the table&#8217;s surface, eddies and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Hands of Others (16 of 20)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[An open hand descended through the chattering, snapping darkness.
Mr. Alpha reached forward, grabbed it and the crowd dissolved. Mr. Omega lifted him up and the street was just the street again. The tourists that had appeared from nowhere disappeared just as quickly, back whence they came.
&#8216;What&#8217;s fucking wrong with you boy?&#8217;
&#8216;I&#8230; I must&#8217;ve just tripped [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Hands of Others (15 of 20)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Tam said, &#8216;The handle turns.&#8217;
Ariadne opened her eyes. She thought she&#8217;d only closed her eyes for a moment, but her internal clock told her that minutes had passed. &#8216;Sorry Tammy what did you say?&#8217;
Tamsin&#8217;s young but indented face swelled before her, pock-marked through bad food and bad vices, breaking what should have been delightful feminine [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Hands of Others (14 of 20)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Morgana followed the downward curve of the street, moving around the shoppers as if she were one of them. She politely apologised when bumping into someone&#8217;s shopping bag. Amongst the sinners, like one of them.
Mr. Alpha hugged the left side of the street, trying to keep a safe distance. He glanced across at Mr. Omega [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Hands of Others (13 of 20)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There was something else that had gone unasked; Ariadne had to know. Taking a deep breath, she dashed out of the bedroom to catch up with the ex-Clothman and almost ran into her.
Fay was just around the corner, resting against the wall. Ariadne’s fatigue took its revenge and she found she couldn’t focus on Fay’s [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Hands of Others (12 of 20)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mr. Alpha and Mr. Omega strode down Grafton Street, a fashionable albeit mainstream curve between Trinity College and the crowded haven of St Stephen&#8217;s Green. Commerce, the pursuit of the false prophet of coin, inserted itself wherever it could. Vivid styles clamoured for attention, where somehow the multiplicity of brand identities rendered them a single, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Hands of Others (11 of 20)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[‘You didn’t listen to me before, so listen again,’ said Fay, resting against the creaky foot board of the bed. ‘Get yourself out of this farmhouse.’
The tiredness, the inevitability of it all was wearing on Ariadne. What difference did it make if she did anything or not? Fay’s voice receded leaving her with warm carpet [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Hands of Others (10 of 20)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mr. Smoke typed the code onto the panel and Mr. Alpha noted it, committing to memory: 23140692. The door slide open with a whoosh noise.
‘Does it have to make that noise?’ asked Mr. Alpha.
Mr. Smoke stepped through into the chamber beyond and replied: ‘No.’
Mr. Alpha was surprised to hear Mr. Omega snigger.
They followed Mr. Smoke [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Hands of Others (9 of 20)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[‘Blow something up? Kill someone? Assassinate?’ Ariadne was incredulous. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me, Fay. We’re just about staying alive by keeping out of harm’s way. You want us to dive right in? I just about know how to handle a semi-automatic at last but&#8230; what’s the Foundry?’
Fay moved into a cross-legged seating position [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Hands of Others (8 of 20)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mr. Alpha tried to read the documents sprayed out on the desk. Most of them were in type too small, but he could make out the gist: scientific ramblings about flash-freezing, frozen cadaver preservation, possible advances for getting the bodies back out of stasis. He was amazed that people would submit themselves to a coffin [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Hands of Others (7 of 20)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ariadne pushed herself against the wall under a window. A breeze filtered through a gap in the frame against the nape of her neck. She wanted to cool down, calm herself, but her heart kept pounding. ‘Repay?’
‘For saving your lives,’ said Fay. ‘Just like you repaid Bobby after he saved yours.’
‘What are you talking about?’
Fay [...]]]></description>
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