The Pale Tower
The truck’s engine coughed, a dry, rattling sound that vibrated through the steering wheel and into the marrow of Elara’s wrists. She checked the mirror, where the high desert stretched out behind her, a flat expanse of rust-colored earth and scrub brush that seemed to swallow the light. The Meridian Tower rose ahead, a slender finger of concrete pointing at a sky so pale it looked bleached....
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