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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 1,021
    Words 3.6 M
    Comments 5,253
    Reading 12 days, 13 hours12 d, 13 h
    • Hypnosis

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      by Tower Curator Harold, currently seated in the back of his car, unnerved Dyna. He wasn’t doing anything. He wasn’t struggling with his zip ties or trying to twist his arms out from behind his back. He just sat there, staring through his small round glasses. Every time Dyna glanced up into the rear-view mirror, she met his eyes. It made her feel guilty. Dyna couldn’t quite explain why. He was the bad guy here. She had even texted Emerald about her plan to take this guy to the arcade and had gotten approval in the…
    • Not a Crazed Gunman

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      by Tower Curator Three things happened in rapid succession following Dyna firing her pistol. The first was the most obvious effect. Having aimed outside the Thai restaurant, the glass window shattered. Dyna had aimed up at the diner’s signboard. She figured that was the safest place to put a bullet. Too high and it would fly off into the night, potentially hitting someone unintentional far off in the distance. Too low and she could hit a customer over at the restaurant. Even lower than that, and the bullet could…
    • Calm Before the Storm

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      by Tower Curator Ruby stepped outside the station wagon, moved around back, and opened up the same weapon-filled case that Dyna had seen Emerald get into. “I know you… forgot your gun,” Ruby said, reaching inside to pull out a small pistol. “We’ll have to train more. You’re still not comfortable carrying it around.” “I don’t even have a permit or license or whatever,” Dyna said. It wasn’t a strong protest. There just wasn’t any point in arguing. With Ruby here and the case of weapons at her…
    • Guardian Angel

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      by Tower Curator “Come on,” Ruby said. Lurking just around the corner, Emerald pressed the stem of her pocket watch. Pushing her shoulders off the wall, she walked past the open office, smiled at the way Ruby pulled Dyna along, and entered into an adjacent office. After hiding in the corner and ensuring that she wouldn’t be seen in the off-chance that Ruby started down the hall in the wrong direction, she restarted time. “Shouldn’t we tell someone though?” Yes, Dyna, yes you should, Emerald thought to…
    • Altering the Plan

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      by Tower Curator “You’re ruining my mission,” Ruby said with quite possibly the most terrifying pout that Dyna had ever seen. Pitrelli’s office didn’t feel like the most secure location to discuss possible traitors to the Carroll Institute. It had no door, a large window, security cameras galore, and more photographs of mountains and rivers. The latter fact didn’t weaken the security of the situation, but did strengthen the theory that the decor in Harold’s office had come from the institute rather than…
    • Of Doubts and Traitors

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      by Tower Curator Dyna moved through the halls of Psychodynamics. The wood and brass walls and the marble tiles had a warm feeling to them. Not the cold, clinical decor of a research laboratory. She had to wonder if it was supposed to be comforting to the people walking through. Psychodynamics, and the Carroll Institute as a whole, delved heavily into the mind. Not just in terms of psychic abilities, but in mental health and psychology as well. They would know better than anyone how to decorate their buildings to achieve a…
    • Plotting

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      by Tower Curator “What the bleep are we doing out here?” Ruby said, rubbing her gloved hands together in the cold air. She wore a thick coat, one quite a bit too big for her. The lower edge hung down around her knees, making it look more like some kind of coat-dress. It looked a whole lot warmer than Dyna’s coat. Before moving to Idaho, she never owned anything heavier than a light jacket. It just didn’t get that cold in Los Angeles. Now? Here in Idaho’s November? She had gone out and purchased a much thicker…
    • Protection

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      by Tower Curator Dyna set her phone down on the small table of her dormitory living room. There were… a lot more kidnappings around the Los Angeles area than she had thought there would be. Information wasn’t easy to come by either. Dyna expected to need little more than a simple search to pull up a list of all kidnappings in the county. She hadn’t been able to find anything like that. Instead, she had found a list of statistics. Having lived there, she never would have suspected that ninety thousand children…
    • Sanctuary

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      by Tower Curator “Deeper… and deeper. Let your body and your mind calm. The tension in your shoulders, in your arms, in your chest… just let it all go and step to the third… step… now. Relax.” Sensory deprivation chambers always felt strange. They were small cylinders. More like metal coffins than actual chambers. Half-filled with water, the occupant was intended to relax and float on top, removing most sensations of gravity and the upward force of the ground or chairs or beds. With the water and air both…
    • Investigation

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      by Tower Curator Emerald sniffed at the chill air biting her nostrils. Idaho Falls normally had a nature smell to it. Farmland, the Snake River, and the generally undeveloped area all gave it a natural scent. Without a large population and with the rising popularity of electronic vehicles—as slow as the people here were to adopt new technology—exhaust smog was effectively nonexistent. At the moment, however, Emerald didn’t smell much. Cold air had a way of deadening the senses. The natural senses, anyway.…
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