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      19 – Ambush Under the Broken Glass

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      by Tower Curator — “Alright. I’m at the spot,” Erika said into her walkie-talkie. Steelworker’s Park was a park. It featured grassy open areas, a fair number of trees, paved paths to walk or jog along, occasional benches… the usual park affairs. Lake Michigan stretched out to the horizon, and a few people were out fishing. The park’s main claim to fame was the large lumps of iron placed around as decorative art pieces and the remnants of an old steelworker’s plant—concrete walls converted into a climbing…
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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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      18 – Searching Through Realms Abroad

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      by Tower Curator — “Do you know anything about this place?” Erika asked as they slowly drove along the black cobblestone bridge. Now that they were moving, she had a little more mental space for taking in the new realm they were in. Periodic raised archways stretched high into the red-tinged mist, each decorated with tall, inhuman statues made from polished obsidian. A gnawing unease settled on Erika’s shoulders as they passed one particular statue, feeling like she was being watched by the multitude of eyes peering…
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      18 – Lingering Stress

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      by Tower Curator — Erika sat with her hands clasped together under her nose, elbows resting on the table in Varn’s back room. A glass cake dome sat dead center of the table, stopping anyone from accidentally bumping into the turquoise-encrusted ring. The Warrior’s ring box was closed, but that hadn’t helped Erika back at the morgue. It hadn’t done a thing since they got it out of Safe Harbor; no doors opened to weird spaces, nobody heard any whispers or compulsions to mummify people, and no grim reapers popped out…
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      18 – Decisions Play an Important Part in All Futures

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      by Tower Curator — “The Stalker is moving to join us,” Michael said as the group took the stairs down. “She can guide us to avoid potential pursuers,” he added after a moment, presumably more for The Hunters. The Warrior would know of her abilities and what they could be used for. “Avoid them?” The Warrior said, sounding surprised. Her eyes hardened. Where before, she had been upset over leaving her furniture behind, something about her expression now set Erika on edge. She opened up a yellow faux-leather…
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      18 – Birdwatching

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      by Tower Curator — Erika lowered the barrel of her gun, dropped the magazine, and racked the slide, ensuring it was empty. Both arms felt sore. Even with ear protection, she felt like she was developing tinnitus. The first time she fired the gun, Leslie only let her load one cartridge; she found out why when she almost took her chin off, not expecting the gun’s kick. Now, as she pressed the button that wheeled her target back toward her, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at the little holes dotting the…
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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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      17 – i – The Hanged Man in the Moon

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      by Tower Curator — “I’m afraid there isn’t much more I can do for you. To most other patients, I would suggest rest and recovery. Your body wouldn’t benefit, unfortunately.” The Hanged Man drew in a deep breath, tasting the doctor’s genuine apology in his words. He hadn’t expected any other response. Revenant, Specter-class being, scourge… zombie, even. In the years since he woke up dead, he had heard just about every name, term, and slur for those like him. While there were a great many myths and…
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      17 – Gearing Up to Kill a God

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      by Tower Curator — “Alright, let’s see it,” Erika said, eagerly rubbing her hands together. Led by The Warrior, Simone and two minions Erika didn’t recognize lugged a heavy polymer crate into Varn’s, using a whole dolly to make moving it that much easier. It wasn’t until they started moving the crate to the countertop that Erika realized it was a quartet of crates all stacked on top of one another. “One for each of ya,” The Warrior said, putting on the theatrics as she waved at the crates. “Each comes…
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      17 – Another Brick in the Wall

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      by Tower Curator — “This feels weirder than normal,” Erika said as they blazed down the streets of Chicago. Carter bending time wasn’t usually all that apparent. The effect gradually fell off as physical distance increased, leaving a rather large bubble around him where people could get more time per time, thus accomplish more, move faster, or otherwise just experience time a little faster than normal. From her perspective, nothing normally felt different either. She could drive the speed limit from her relative…
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