The Pale Bridge
The bone snapped. It did not break with a sound, but with a silence so absolute it seemed to suck the air from the room. I held the radius in my hand. It was small, pale, and curved like a question mark written in ivory. The fracture line was jagged, a white scar across the smooth surface. I looked at it for a long time. The light in the cell was dim, filtered through high, barred windows that...
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