The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

"You need to file the requisition." "Today?" "Before noon." The voice belonged to the clerk. He sat behind a desk made of white oak. The wood was smooth. It reflected the light from the window. The window was high. Dust motes danced in the beam. They moved slowly. They did not hurry. I looked at the paper in my hand. It was thick. Cream-colored. It smelled of vanilla and old ink. I had held it...

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