The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ink on the municipal ledger does not smell of iron, as blood does, but of dried violets and cold paper, yet I have spent thirty years smelling iron. I am the town’s record-keeper, a title that sounds bureaucratic but is, in practice, a form of sorcery. In Oakhaven, where the steam pipes hiss like trapped ghosts and the coal dust settles into the creases of our faces like a second skin, I...

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