The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The stamp is the first thing you notice, not the ink, but the weight of it. It sits on the heavy oak desk, a brass cylinder worn smooth by decades of thumbs, the red wax of its impression faded to a bruised purple on the paper you hold. You are here in the Department of Alien Registration, a basement office in Manchester that smells of damp wool and old ink, and you are waiting for your name to...

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