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George Allan England
George Allan England was an American writer, explorer, and socialist, known for his early 20th-century science fiction and adventure novels. He gained popularity with his "Darkness and Dawn" trilogy, consisting of the novels "The Vacant World," "Beyond the Great Oblivion," and "The Afterglow." His works often explored themes of dystopian futures, survival, and societal collapse, blending speculative fiction with social commentary. England was also an avid traveler, and his real-life expeditions, including trips to the Arctic, influenced his adventurous storytelling.
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CHAPTER I A SPIRIT CAGED The room was strange as the man, himself, who dwelt there. It seemed, in a way, the outward expression of his inner personality. He had ordered it built from his own plans, to please a whim of his restless mind, on top of the gigantic skyscraper that formed part of his properties. Windows boldly fronted all four cardinal compass-points—huge, plate-glass windows that gave a...
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CHAPTER I. THE BIRTH OF AN IDEA. Sunk far back in the huge leather cushions of his morris chair, old Isaac Flint was thinking, thinking hard. Between narrowed lids, his hard, gray eyes were blinking at the morning sunlight that poured into his private office, high up in the great building he had reared on Wall Street. From his thin lips now and then issued a coil of smoke from the costly cigar he was...
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CHAPTER ITHE AWAKENING Dimly, like the daybreak glimmer of a sky long wrapped in fogs, a sign of consciousness began to dawn in the face of the tranced girl. Once more the breath of life began to stir in that full bosom, to which again a vital warmth had on this day of days crept slowly back. And as she lay there, prone upon the dusty floor, her beautiful face buried and shielded in the hollow of her...
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