The Pale Tower
The rain had turned the asphalt of the Meridian Insurance parking lot into a black mirror, reflecting the gray, indifferent sky above, and I stood there with the manila folder clutched so tightly against my chest that the paper had begun to tear under the pressure of my fingers, the fraudulent death certificate of Julian Thorne, my younger brother, who had been dead for three years but who, in...
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