The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the lobby of the Meridian Tower smelled of wet wool and the metallic tang of ozone that seemed to seep from the very grout of the marble floor. Elias Thorne stood by the elevator bank, his thumb hovering over the cracked glass of his tablet, the screen flickering with the live feed from the apartment he had not seen in seventy-two hours. On the...

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