The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The moth died on the third day. It hung from the ceiling lamp in the office of Elias Thorne. Its wings were torn. Dust clung to its antennae. Elias watched it. He did not blink. The air was stale. It tasted of copper and old paper. The office was large. It was cold. The windows faced the gray yard of the Penitentiary. Beyond the glass, the fence stood high. Barbed wire glistened in the weak...

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