The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The brass letters on the nameplate had worn smooth, the metal eroded by ten thousand fingers and a decade of indifferent rain. I stood in the hallway of the precinct, my badge heavy against my chest like a stone in a pocket, staring at the door of the office that had once been my sanctuary. It was not my office anymore. It was the office of the man who had buried me, and the door was closed....

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