The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The lichen on the window frame was dying. It curled, pale and brittle, like the skin of a fruit left too long in a hot car. I watched it. I watched it with the same detached, clinical interest I applied to my data sets. There was a rhythm to its decay. A predictable, mathematical unraveling. I adjusted my glasses. The air in the lab was stale, recycled, thick with the ozone smell of overheating...

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