The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the tin roof of the small office. Inside, the air was stale. It smelled of wet wool and old paper. Elias sat at his desk. He stared at the wall. A crack ran through the plaster. It looked like a vein. He was forty years old. He worked for the city. He filed forms. He stamped permits. He was invisible. His phone buzzed. It was his mother. He let it ring. He...

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