The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The iron gate of the St. Jude’s Orphanage hummed, a low, metallic thrum that you could feel in your teeth if you pressed your forehead against the cold, rusted bars. It was a sound like a bee trapped in a jar, vibrating with a tension that had nothing to do with the wind. I sat in the courtyard, my knees drawn up to my chin, watching the steam rise from the drainage ditches. It was a Tuesday,...

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