About Tower Curator
Stories
6
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3.6 M
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12 d, 8 h
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“How, exactly, do you break curses?” Erika’s eyes lingered on the scenery flying past Rick’s van as she considered her response. In truth, she did not know how she broke anything. The exploit was there, a flaw in reality that she—and she alone—could perceive. Physical things were the easiest and most obvious things she could break; Erika had stumbled across her ability to break things like security, both digital and otherwise, as well as break the more metaphysical connections between…-
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“Hey, Danny, think fast.” With a light, underhand toss, the small metal cube sailed from Erika’s gloved hand through the air, right to a startled Daniel, who, as reflexes dictated, scrambled to catch the flying object. His hands clasped around it, leaving him sighing in relief. For one brief moment, he started to inspect it, only to pause and look up with a frown on his face. He rubbed at one ear while looking around, turning to Rick, then to Anna. “Can you—” he started, speaking louder…
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Finding a hotel in Chicago, even on short notice, wasn’t much of a trial. A few hundred hotels, motels, hostels, inns, and bed-and-breakfasts were scattered throughout the city. Erika had no particular preference, as long as the place was clean and discreet. The kind of place she could get into with cash and few questions asked. Cash was the important bit. Perhaps it was paranoia, but after having been in a massive archive that seemed to catalog everything, from street light patterns to the mayor’s…
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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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“I doubt you got visitation approval on such short notice,” Erika said. It was a bit surreal to be seated in a restaurant in the middle of downtown Chicago, happily open on Christmas Eve, while just down the road stood a tall concrete skyscraper with narrow slits for windows—the Metropolitan Correctional Center - Chicago. She had driven past it at least a dozen times, probably more, and knew what it was, but it was still just odd to be sitting here, having a sandwich, while six hundred people were…
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“Wait… we can’t spend the ten million? What the fuck?” Erika stared daggers at the duffel bag now sitting on the Walker rental home dining table. The whole ride back, Erika had been more excited about that than the whole deal with the devil, thinking it was their ticket to buying a real house again, not having to rob ATMs, and maybe slipping a few thousand to Rick until he could get the arcade up and making money—assuming it ever made money. “The money belongs to Harriet Lavender,” The…
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The night before Christmas Eve held little significance for the Walker family. Normally, they didn’t celebrate the holiday beyond, perhaps, a family meal. When she was young, Erika assumed that their family just wasn’t religious enough to celebrate it. Now knowing it was more of a commercial holiday, she figured there just wasn’t often the funds to have a proper Christmas—both her and Carter had a birthday in the latter quarter of the year, and that put a certain strain on the family…
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“I’m not opposed to exorcising ghosts; it’s what we gathered to do to begin with,” Leslie said, looking from one person to the next in their little huddle. “But we have been cursed—” Rick winced, but didn’t interrupt. “—with knowledge. We now know what exists out there, and they expect us to return to our little box?” “Don’t think we’re being given much choice,” Sofia muttered. “Unless you want to go ask them or else what?” “I’m a little opposed to going back to…
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“The masks are the people,” Erika said softly. It was a disturbing implication, but the one that made the most sense with what information she had. “They don’t need to wear the masks, but doing so likely grants them some kind of resilience,” Erika said, glancing back over her shoulder. Simone and Michael were watching their captive. “I don’t know how else to explain them getting right up after being shot like nothing was wrong, but a few broken bones and that guy can barely…
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Noblesse Oblige. Before Sargon of Akkad united his peoples and formed his empire, before the pharaohs of old Egypt erected their monuments to their own demise, before the Romans built their roads, and before humans made the paradigm shift from hunter-gatherers to an agricultural society, man hid in caves and cowered from the monsters that lurked in the night. The apex predator, the tool-using top of the food chain… Those titles did not belong to humanity. They weren’t the dominant species. Not…
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