The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Mara stood alone. The room was gray. The light was thin. She held her hand. It trembled. Not from cold. From fear. The office was a box. Concrete. Glass. Steel. It smelled of dust and old paper. Mara was the Junior Archivist. She worked in silence. She sorted files. She read the dead. Her hand shook. It was a small thing. A tremor. But it was loud. It was constant. She wore a glove. It was...

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