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    About Tower Curator

    Hello everyone! I am Tower Curator and I write serial fiction. Since 2015, starting with Void Domain, I’ve been publishing roughly two chapters a week non-stop. The only breaks tend to be between the different series I’ve written. I publish in just about every genre, from urban-fantasy to isekai-adjacent, to a psychic espionage thriller. Everything I have written is available for free right here on my site.

    Outside writing, I typically spend my time playing games, reading books, and writing a bit more.

    Stories 6
    Chapters 948
    Words 3.4 M
    Comments 5,207
    Reading 11 days, 15 hours11 d, 15 h
    • Monologue Room

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      by Tower Curator Avoiding the gondola, Dyna stuck to the road. It was… eerie. The entire trip had progressed in silence. Beatrice highlighted which turns to take but had stopped talking, wanting to allow Dyna full concentration. She wished she had Walter’s car here. Beatrice could have handled the road while Dyna kept her eyes to her mirror and watch. The most eerie aspect of this trip was the utter lack of opposition. She had been driving for a little over one half hour. According to Beatrice, she was coming up on…
    • Arrival

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      by Tower Curator Flying was a nerve-wracking experience now more than ever. It wasn’t that Dyna was nervous on a flight. She had been on a number of them in the past, including the one she had taken to get to Tartarus in the first place, all without incident. It wasn’t an incident that she was worried about anyway. Beatrice had chartered this flight just a few hours ago, working her technological magic to smooth the bureaucracy of a sudden flight to the fifty-first state. In the time between receiving its destination…
    • A Flight to Catch

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      by Tower Curator “She woke up?” Dyna said, slumping in the seat in front of Beatrice’s control panel. “Ruby’s okay?” That gave her some hope for Id. “I intercepted a call from Ruby’s phone to the Carroll Institute. Would you like to speak with her?” Dyna’s eyes flicked up to the clock displayed on the screen above Beatrice’s waveform. After Dyna had spent the last hour trying and failing to make an exit from Beatrice’s core straight to Puerto Rico, Beatrice had worked her magic and chartered a…
    • Amputation

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      by Tower Curator “So, Alpha, Lambda, Xi, Omicron, and Omega have all voted to have me killed? Wait… They’ve held votes about whether or not they should kill me?” “This is correct. Following the discovery of your power approximately one year ago, several options for handling your power were brought up. Originally, Lambda was the one pushing for your elimination. Alpha only became vocal about it following your second encounter with Id. “Recently, Alpha has pushed for your elimination. Lambda will usually…
    • B.E.A.T.R.I.C.E.

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      by Tower Curator Dyna wasn’t sure if her successful departure from Tartarus was thanks to her power or simply because Ignotus didn’t bother attacking the train. She was too busy trying not to think about it out of fear that her fears would change reality and turn the situation into a nightmare. It was already precarious enough. Her mirror had been black throughout the entire journey to the city. No one was observing her directly, but hostile threats remained in the area. She expected that to change as she got…
    • Interdiction Order

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      by Tower Curator Dyna stepped into darkness. Stepped was probably the wrong word. There was a certain drifting feeling to everything around her. She wasn’t floating, but it felt like she might be able to float if she remembered that gravity didn’t exist in someone’s mindscape. Nothing she saw would be real. This world would be populated entirely by nonmaterial mental concepts. Much like the noosphere, in a way, except instead of a collective amalgamation of thought forming that world, this place was entirely…
    • Superuser White

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      by Tower Curator Dyna glared at the incessantly beeping machines within the Tartarus medical ward. It wasn’t a proper hospital. There were just rows of beds, no individual rooms. Eight of the ten beds were occupied at the moment. Five with various personnel who Dyna didn’t recognize. The other three… Ruby sat in one. As far as her body was concerned, Ruby was perfectly healthy. Synaptic activity was present but lower than what was considered normal. Dyna honestly wasn’t sure if that was an aftereffect from the…
    • P-Beam

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      by Tower Curator P-Beam clipped to the backpack’s harness, Dyna used her submachine gun to dispatch several tulpa within Id’s workshop. Unsure about how well the experimental weapon would work on the eye-tulpa, she wanted to save as much of its limited charge as possible. Until she needed it, a gun worked just fine. Though, given that heavy door requiring a handprint to open, Dyna was a little surprised that she needed a weapon at all. She just wasn’t sure how the tulpa got inside. Then again, she wasn’t sure…
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      by Tower Curator “Um, hello—” Tina’s voice cut off with a sharp squealing noise of a microphone too close to a speaker. “Gah! That’s loud.” Dyna stopped where she was, glad for any excuse to take a moment of rest. She considered herself quite athletic. That hadn’t always been the case. Before becoming an artificer, she had been a lot more lethargic. Now? After all the training and effort she had put into living up to the likes of Ruby and Emerald? She found it disappointing that she still wasn’t…
    • Communications Established

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      by Tower Curator Dyna felt like she needed more arms. It wasn’t the first time she felt like this either. Between the mirror, the watch, a gun, and her phone—though she lacked the latter item in this particular instance—she just didn’t have the dexterity to make use of all her equipment. She made a mental note to look into possible gadgets or artifacts that might give her telekinesis of some sort. For now, she had swapped her watch from her left arm to her right arm, letting her hold her gun while leaving her…
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