The numbers on my arm read 00:47:23 when they threw me into Black...

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The numbers on my arm read 00:47:23 when they threw me into Black Tower.

New York, March 1947. Rain fell in sheets against the barred windows, turning the streetlights into smeared halos of yellow through the wet glass. I sat on the bunk and watched the white digits tick down, feeling the cold sweat on my back that had nothing to do with the temperature. Forty-seven minutes. That's all I had left. I didn't know what happened when they hit zero. I didn't know why...

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