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      01 – House Hunters

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      by Tower Curator “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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      25 – i – The Castle

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      by Tower Curator “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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      24 – Portents of Impending Doom

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      by Tower Curator 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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      Answers to Questions23 – Answers to Questions Often Lead to More Questions

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      by Tower Curator “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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      22 – Captivating Captives

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      by Tower Curator 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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      21 – The Masks Are the People

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      by Tower Curator “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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      20 – Loose Lips Sink Ships

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      by Tower Curator 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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      19 – Secrets Unearthed and On Display

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      by Tower Curator 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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      We All Wear Masks18 – We All Wear Masks, Metaphorically Speaking

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      by Tower Curator “Honestly? It’s insane.” Daniel sat at the arcade’s new folding table, staring down at an entire posterboard he had created. It looked like an elementary school science fair project that was mostly done by the parents, except instead of science, this board was more like one of those red-string paranoia boards. He had his elbows on the table and his fingers digging through his short brown hair. “Someone just shows up and knows what you’re talking about? I don’t know half of what you’re…
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      17 – i – The Stalker

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      by Tower Curator The Stalker pulled a dress from her closet and looked it over. Black and lacy, transparent in all the right places to be enticing. Was it too much? She held it up to her chest as she turned to her mirror. It would certainly accentuate her curves, but… It was too flirty. This was a business meeting. She wasn’t sneaking off to meet The Hanged Man again. The Stalker tossed the dress aside, lumping it in the pile with all the other clothes. Why was everything she had so slutty? It was The Hanged…
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