The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The door opened. It was not a creak. It was a sigh. A long, exhalation of wood and air that seemed to come from the bones of the building itself. Elias stood in the hallway. He was a man of forty, or perhaps fifty. Time had become a fluid thing in the Department of Archives, a thick, amber syrup that slowed the heartbeats of those who worked within its walls. He wore a grey suit, cut well, but...

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