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The Forteana Suppressor



        the  leftover  half-burrito  he  was  saving  for  breakfast.  It  probably
        would keep.
          “Now, what is this all about?”
           Larry tensed in his seat as Spiro’s old station wagon rattled their
        bones. They had immediately turned off the main highway running
        through Desperia, heading into the desert on a barely-maintained side
        road.  Maps  of  this  part  of  the  county  were  sketchy:  navigation  by
        landmark  and  odometer  was  the  best  choice,  and  Keith  had  been
        concentrating on not missing the easily-missed junction.
          “Okay. I have the name of the old buzzard who gave me this story,
        Salvator Monella, although he might be hard to find again. He looked
        like one  of those  prospectors who don’t know when to quit: a bit
        wild-eyed  but  perfectly  articulate.  He  was  in  town  to  stock  up  on
        corn pads. Anyway, he came across this other guy, Potter Femilius,
        out  there  about  fifteen  miles  past  the  old  Devil  Tree  Hot  Springs
        ghost town. He stopped to share some food and swap stories for a
        couple of days. So he got an earful and an eyeful of what Femilius
        was doing out there.”
          Larry wondered if he should take notes now or wait until he could
        get the information more directly than third-hand. No way to do that
        in Keith’s car on this road!
          “Which was?”
          “Now you have to pay attention. You know about Forteana?”
          Larry pondered, unwilling to let his friend one-up him. “You mean
        the bizarre phenomena Charles Fort wrote about?”
          “That’s right. He collected reports of weird things that went on the
        world, apparently with no satisfactory explanation. That was over a
        century  ago,  when  people  were  less  scientifically  sophisticated—so
        was science  itself, for  that matter—and newspapers were  happy  to
        publish accounts of what are now called anomalies. Fish and frogs
        falling from the sky, objects found in places where they couldn’t or
        shouldn’t be—that sort of thing, often witnessed and attested to by
        otherwise sober and reliable citizens.”
          “Right.  And  today  nobody  takes  all  that  stuff  seriously,  mainly
        because it isn’t happening much anymore. So it’s easy to ignore it all
        and conclude that a credulous population suffered mass delusions in
        those  cases  as  much  as  in  seeing  manifestations  of  angels  and

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