About Tower Curator
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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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“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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“Looks like we got away just in time,” Simone said, hand to her brow as she peered down from the second story of the parking garage. The Museum, large and squat, was easy to see even with a few buildings obscuring parts of it from view. One street around its sides was visible, though it was a bit too far to really see. Flashing blue and red lights lit up the sides of the museum and the tops of the surrounding buildings. Police cars and ambulances filled the road. There were even firetrucks despite…
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Erika had never been to Egypt or anywhere, really. Exotic vacations to far-off countries weren’t exactly within the Walker family budget. She had seen plenty of pictures. Pyramids, statues, obelisks, all carved from that light-brown stone. Erika could easily believe that she had been transported across the world just by looking around her, and yet, it felt off. First and foremost was the darkness. Like it was some kind of massive cavern. The light from Erika’s phone provided the only real…
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Erika waited, back up against one of the walls, as she heard footsteps approach. The Stalker stood on the opposite side of the doorway, unnaturally still. Erika wasn’t even sure that she was breathing. Simone, either in a nervous tick or eager anticipation, flicked her butterfly knife open and closed repeatedly. The slight sound it made was as loud as thunder in Erika’s ears—she wanted to tell the woman to stop, but that would only make more noise at this point. Erika came here somewhat expecting…
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Erika slipped her phone back into her jacket pocket after texting Anna and doing a quick search on this museum. It seemed like a fairly regular place, opening in the late eighties and closing for refurbishment twice. There were next to no news articles about the place. Nothing interesting happened to it recently or otherwise. Given that Erika came around the Lower West Side on occasion, she had probably driven past it without noticing multiple times. “You said you scouted the place,” Erika said,…
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