The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ceramic bowl was shattered, the shards resting on the desk like broken teeth, and Elias Thorne held the largest fragment between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the sharp, cold bite of the glaze against his skin. He was forty-two, a border patrol agent with twenty years of service, and he was sitting alone in the cramped, fluorescent-lit office of Sector 4, staring at the ruin of a vessel...

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