The Pale Bridge
The glass was thin as a whisper, fragile as a promise made in a dream, and I held it in my left hand while I tried to explain to the Dean why the archives should be reopened. You are looking at it the wrong way, Elias said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to come from the floorboards rather than his throat. He was sitting in his leather chair, the one that had belonged to the department head...
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