The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ceramic shard was cold against my palm, a jagged piece of blue china that had once formed the rim of my mother’s favorite teacup. I turned it over, feeling the rough, fractured edge bite into the skin of my thumb, and then I looked up at the glass wall of my office, where the city of Chicago spread out in a grid of gray concrete and indifferent light. I am Elias Thorne, a forensic...

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