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      03 – Stakeouts Lead to More Questions

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      by Tower Curator “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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      04 – Ghosts, Demons, and Changelings

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      by Tower Curator Erika Walker stared at the ceiling of her room where a Red Hot Chili Peppers poster hung. The four strips of masking tape at each corner were losing their adhesiveness at a glacial yet still noticeable rate. The tape needed to be replaced. Soon. Otherwise, she would end up with the poster falling on her while she was sleeping. Or, it would if she ever managed to get some sleep. In the last five days, since becoming aware of her mother, Erika found it difficult to sleep. Most of her napping occurred…
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      06 – A Proper Investigation

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      by Tower Curator “So, I call you on a Friday and you can just come right out and hang?” Daniel shifted in the passenger seat of the old pickup, looking uncomfortable. “Sorry,” Erika said, not taking her eyes off the road. “Didn’t mean to imply that you had nothing better to do. But… did you not have anything better to do?” “My… family likes to go out on Friday nights,” he said, still looking distinctly uncomfortable. It was probably the worn seats—though the passenger seat wasn’t half as…
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      05 – i – The Eclipse and The Puppet

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      by Tower Curator He adjusted his necktie as he stood in the elevator. The floor indicator lit up slowly. It wasn’t a modern elevator. Even though the building was only ten floors, the elevator took its sweet time. He occupied the time picking off small bits of lint or dust from his suit. Most were probably imaginary specs but the cleanliness felt important. A single chime accompanied his arrival to the final floor. Picking up the long black case at his feet, he stepped out into the old Gilmore Building’s…
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