The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The bus stops with a hiss of compressed air that sounds too loud in the quiet of the station. You step out onto the platform, your boots scuffing the wet concrete, and the cold air hits your face like a slap. It is November in Ohio, and the sky is the color of a bruise, swollen and purple, promising rain that has already started to fall in fine, stinging sheets. You do not look at your watch....

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