The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The storm took the roof off the dormitory first. Then it took my mind. I was standing in the rain, holding a silver watch. It was my father’s. He had worn it every day of his life, from the day he left for the war until the day he died in a hospital bed that smelled of antiseptic and stale tea. I had cleaned it. I had polished the glass until it was clear as ice. And then the sky broke open,...

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