The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The hall smelled of roasted pork and ozone. It was a strange combination. The air tasted metallic, sharp against the tongue, like biting into a coin. Elias stood by the window. The glass was thick, curved. Outside, the sky was a bruised purple. It did not look like the sky in Ohio. It did not look like any sky he had seen in thirty years of teaching comparative linguistics at the university. He...

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