The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bird had been dead for three days. It sat on the edge of the oak desk, wings folded tight against its ribs. Its eyes were open. They were black and wet and unblinking. They looked at Thomas Bradshaw with a patience that was almost offensive. Thomas did not move. He sat in the high-backed chair, his hands resting on the leather armrests. The leather was worn smooth in the shape of other...

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