Surrounded by distant relatives he’d never met and couldn’t remember, the old surgeon lay wheezing in his deathbed, clutching the small model of a human heart.

It was late in October, and the Carolina mountains were dressed in the gorgeous reds and yellows of autumn.

People had known about the Claw beneath the sea for years, passing its story down again and again.

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This week's work of literature heralds an occasional feature in which we publish stories that, by virtue of their age, find themselves in the public domain.

Mina set the silk lily down. It was a ridiculously oversized silk calla lily, but Bruce wanted it to show up in the movie.

“There are critical failures globally every day,” Eva says.