About Tower Curator
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Erika did not panic. “The Analyst and I appreciate The Eclipse’s cooperation with this matter.” She wasn’t sure if she could panic. There was a moment, right when she heard the word stop, that she felt that spike of adrenaline. But it was gone now. “Of course. The Emperor was most invested in this project. She will be pleased to hear it turned out well.” The Hanged Man and the worn-out accountant were talking. Erika couldn’t turn her head, but neither had moved out of her view. At…-
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“Just got the word over the police scanner ten minutes ago,” Rick said as Erika hurried into the back of his van. “They haven’t even deemed it a ‘gas leak’ yet, publicly.” Erika let out a small sigh as she buckled herself into the seat. Being around other people certainly felt better after that little scare in the park. She was a bit surprised at how many people she was around, however. Leslie wasn’t here, but Anna sat in the passenger seat, and Sofia was next to Erika on the rear…
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“So… Who is The Art?” Erika asked as she let a small box of clothes drop onto the floor of what was to be her new room. She opened the cardboard flaps and started placing articles into the closet. They were finally moving into the rental home. Nine days after they went out with an agent on Carter’s birthday, they finally had four walls and a roof that wasn’t a hotel. Erika wasn’t sure if that was fast or slow relative to someone normal needing a rental place in an emergency, as she had never…
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Erika pulled her long coat around her a little tighter as she walked down the streets of Chicago. A few days into November, and the winter chill was really starting to hit hard, but her movements were more unconscious. A desire to wrap herself away, not from the frosty air, but from the people. People moved along the sidewalks, going about whatever duties they had. A salaryman carried a small case while keeping his phone pressed to his ear. A fast food worker sat around the side of the building,…
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“A small group walked down the street and turned into an alley. They were an odd sort. One, a lumbering giant of a woman, a full head and shoulders above the other two. She wore black slacks and a button-up shirt with a long-tailed coat over the top. Her buttons strained to keep her shirt closed over her busty bust, trying to keep her modesty in against the world—no, against reality’s desires. It was like the suit wasn’t fitted to her physique. Man’s clothes… Men’s clothes? What’s the way…
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“They were staring and snickering and Penelope looked at me like I was crazy for knowing so much about your… your… body.” “That’s rough buddy,” Erika said without a single note of sympathy in her tone. She sat in her pickup truck, dipping chicken nuggets into sweet and sour sauce while listening to her newest phone contact rant over speakerphone. The lights were out, the engine was off, and she was parked well down the road from her house. Just around the corner where most of her truck…
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Erika sat hunched over a bowl of breakfast cereal, watching her mother’s back as the woman washed the range with a rag cloth. The woman in the kitchen wore a plaid shirt with an apron thrown on over the top. The teal and white blouse that was today’s outfit for her job as a hotel clerk hung over the back of one of the counter stools, ready to put on as soon as she had to go in to work. Erika paid attention to every little detail. From the large freckle on her elbow to the way her sandy brown hair…
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Leah Walker moved in a daze. She couldn’t concentrate on what she was doing. Her morning shower went long but her mind refused to work. She couldn’t think. A fuzzy static settled in between her ears and wouldn’t leave. The kids got off to school on their own. Leah didn’t make it out of the shower in any reasonable time. She stayed under the water, staring at the wall, well past when the water ran cold. A sudden shiver brought her back to reality, but only just. Enough to towel off and get…
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“Happy birthday, dear Carter. Happy Birthday to you.” Carter leaned back, drawing in a breath. People were supposed to make wishes when they blew out their birthday candles. The wishes never came true. Or, if they did, it wasn’t because they were wished for. Carter knew why people wanted things, but he had never understood why people wished for things. It was tradition. Another concept that he got but at the same time didn’t really understand. Carter liked routine. He liked when things were…
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The atmosphere in Varn’s arcade felt unusually tense. It didn’t help that, as soon as Erika walked in, Leslie stood, pulled a hefty shotgun out from under the table, and aimed it right at the door. He quickly pointed it up at the ceiling as soon as he saw that it was Erika coming in, but he kept it in his hands, frowning heavily as The Fixer walked in behind her. Maybe she should have knocked. Erika wondered if they thought The Fixer was some kind of ghost, but dismissed that idea. He looked…
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