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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: A worn-out writer meets up with an eccentric scientist who offers the writer a chance to go back in time and find proof that Shakespeare didn't write the works attributed to him. But once he actually meets Shakespeare, the writer learns that there's a lot more to the situation than what he'd thought he knew.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Analog, 2000
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2005

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [192 KB], eReader (PDB) [27 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [14 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [13 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [75 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [85 KB], hiebook (KML) [90 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [39 KB], iSilo (PDB) [11 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [15 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [43 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [23 KB]
Words: 3885
Reading time: 11-15 min.
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An odd quiet pervaded the crowded city, a quiet filled with the cries of humanity and assorted animals, punctuated by the creak of wood in wheels, doors, and beams. Paul Randal Gallatin, unnerved by the absence of machinery clamor and amplified music, shivered occasionally as he inhaled a pervasive, ever-changing and incredibly foul mix of stenches which filled the air in counterpoint to the lack of noise. He hesitated, warned by some sixth sense, just before a cascade of filth plummeted to the cobblestones immediately ahead as some upper-story occupant emptied a chamber-pot into the street. The romance of Elizabethan England, like forbidden love it seemed, was best admired from afar. Up ahead, Gallatin finally caught sight of his goal, the tavern where hopefully-discreet inquires had led him to hope he would find his quarry.

Cocktail Party. Paul Gallatin switched hands on his beer, hurriedly wiping the now-free right to rid it of moist condensation before shaking the hand proffered by a slim man whose haircut was exceeded in cost only by his designer suit. "Heyniceseeingyou. Whatdoyoudo?"

Gallatin nodded politely. "I'm a writer."

Eyebrows rose dramatically. "Really? That's great. What do you write?"

"Novels and short stories. My latest book is part of the Servian Quadrant series."

"Can't say I've heard of that. Sounds like astronomy or something."