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CHAPTER 17: The Water Tower

Author: Hope Mercer
last update publish date: 2026-06-29 23:29:45

Noah received the photograph at three forty-seven on a Sunday afternoon and stood in the middle of his kitchen holding his phone for a long time.

He knew what he was looking at. He had looked at that water tower his entire life — had climbed it at eleven on a dare, at fifteen with Eli, at various ages since for reasons he had not always been able to articulate even to himself. The photograph Eli had sent was from the base, looking up, the rust-streaked tank against the October sky, the ladder o
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