The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ink is always there when you lie, Elias. It blooms in the creases of your neck, a dark, wet bruise that no amount of scrubbing can lift. You have worn this secret for twenty years, a border patrol agent chasing the horizon from the jagged teeth of the Rio Grande to the high desert of New Mexico, believing that if you just keep moving, the stain will dry and fade. But it does not. It waits....

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