The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The glass shattered. Not with a crash. With a sigh. Silas stood in the center of the atrium. The shards lay on the marble floor. A mosaic of white light. He did not blink. His uniform was pressed. The insignia on his chest gleamed. A circle of iron. He was the Head of Containment. He had held the line for forty years. Today, the line broke. The object was a sphere. Smooth. Pale. It had been in...

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