The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bird was dead. It lay on the wet asphalt. A pigeon. Gray. Beak open. I stood over it. My boots were heavy. The rain fell. Cold. Sirens wailed. Distant. Close. I was a police officer. I knew the rules. Dead things go in the bin. I looked around. The street was empty. Just me. And the bird. My name is Thomas. I wore the badge. I carried the gun. The bird’s eye was clouded. It saw nothing. I...

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