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    Uchronic Tales: The Horn
    Uchronic Tales: The Horn
    Uchronic Tales: The Horn
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    Uchronic Tales: The Horn

    By W. Peter Miller

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    Uchronic Tales: The Horn follows Clark Tyler, an investigator for the Ace Insurance Company, as a simple job spirals toward an Earth-shattering conclusion. This story is set against the backdrop of the 1932 Olympics in Los Angeles.

    What is the Horn and why do some distinctively nasty visitors want to get their hands on it? What would happen if someone decides to give it a blow? Clark is there to stop that from happening. Clark is joined in “The Horn“ by a daring aviatrix, a charming archaeologist, and a strange mercenary from Clark’s past.

    Join us for the mysteries, the thrills, and the startling conclusion of...
    The Horn.

    In the months ahead, danger will put Clark in middle of many Uchronic Tales. Look for stories featuring the classic days of Hollywood, earth-shattering danger, lost civilizations, and bizarre visitors from the unknown aether.

    Welcome to Uchronic Tales

    For more information visit: docsavagetales.blogspot.com

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherW. Peter Miller
    Release dateApr 30, 2012
    ISBN9781476285856
    Uchronic Tales: The Horn
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    W. Peter Miller

    W. Peter Miller is a film editor and author living in Southern California. Recent works include "Uchronic Tales: The Horn", "Uchronic Tales: The Zeppelin", “The Studio Specter” in Green Lama Vol. One - available from Airship 27 and through Amazon and Indy Planet. Ancient work includes “The AADA Road Atlas and Survival Guide: The West Coast” from Steve Jackson Games.

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      Uchronic Tales - W. Peter Miller

      UCHRONIC TALES:

      THE HORN

      By

      W. Peter Miller

      Copyright W. Peter Miller 2012

      Published by The Uchronic Press Publishing at Smashwords

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each reader. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      This book is a work of fiction. All of the characters, places, organizations, and events portrayed in this book are fictional, or used in a fictitious manner.

      Published by the Uchronic Press

      Visit us at: www.UchronicTales.com

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      Uchronic Tales – Stories that exist in a timeline that is almost like our own—except for the people and events that never existed in our world—events that forced changes to our chronology. Here you will find heroic adventures, outlandish science, ferocious alchemy, mystic forces, and an alternate history just slightly larger than our own.

      THE HORN

      Chapter One

      The Intruder

      July 30, 1932 – Los Angeles

      The glass case shattered when the chair ended its short flight across the room. Fragments showered the antiquities encased within. The impact toppled a suit of armor. It crashed through more glass. Razor edges sparkled in the light emanating in a narrow beam from the thief's flashlight. Gloved hands ripped the broken chair out of the smashed cabinet and threw it across the room. A rope dangled nearby.

      The hands reached in and pushed glass out of the way. The thief extracted a long thin golden horn. In days gone by, it may have sounded the start of a jousting match or called the hounds to a hunt.

      The thief held the horn up to the light and admired it. Brass wrapped around the golden bell of the horn it weaved around and through the ceramic inlay. Silver filigree swirled in overlapping and concentric circles along its length. The horn twinkled and glowed in the light.

      The thief raised the mouthpiece toward their lips and drew a breath. Their lips pressed to the horn. A few seconds passed, but the thief did not blow. After a full minute the horn was jerked away and the thief exhaled.

      A black velvet bag emerged from a pocket and the thief wrapped the horn in it. The drawstring was snugged tight and the bag slung over the thief's shoulder. Gloves were pulled off and stuffed in a jacket pocket.

      The thief turned and grabbed the rope, climbing it to escape through an open hatch in the ceiling. As their body was pulled through, one of the gloves caught on the edge of the hatch. The thief's hand reached for it, but the glove fell before they could grab it.

      The glove landed in the shattered glass and broke a few of the larger pieces into smaller ones. The sound was oddly metallic. The impact was harder than one would have expected of a glove.

      There was the rustle of wind and cloth and the thief was gone.

      Chapter Two

      The Adventurer's Guild

      The building was surprisingly mundane. A two-story flat-fronted stucco wall faced the street - a nondescript facade broken only by a door inset behind a thick iron security gate. The sun was blazing down on Broadway as Clark Tyler parked his car.

      The Ace Insurance Investigator got out of his Model A, took off his hat, and mopped his brow with his handkerchief. June gloom was over. The blasting heat of late July had arrived with a Santa Ana fueled vengeance. Clark looked at the blank wall and his steel blue eyes found the gate.

      He grabbed the knob, but the gate was locked. He saw an eight-by-eight-inch opening in the gate with a brass button inside. He almost pressed it, but changed his mind. The building was on a corner. He strolled over to Daly Street, turned the corner and walked into the alley. The featureless high wall continued around the alley side. A metal-plated door opened to the dirt alley. Clark tried the knob. Locked tighter than a bank vault.

      Place is a firetrap, Clark muttered, noting the lack of windows. He kept walking along the alley, his shoes kicking up puffs of dust. The fire escape was three buildings over, but the buildings all butted right up against each other. There were footprints and tire tracks up and down the alley. Metal rubbish bins lined the backs of the buildings. Delivery trucks and trash pickup were the main travellers here.

      Clark looked around on the ground beneath the fire escape ladder. The dust had been heavily trampled. There were several sets of footprints and a mess of dog tracks, too.

      He was about to leave when he noticed some small footprints right along the wall. Made by high-heel shoes. Clark lined up his foot

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