The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The steam from the boiler room curled up through the floorboards, a thick, sulfurous fog that smelled of wet ash and old iron. I kept my boots dry by stepping only on the painted squares, a habit formed over twenty years of maintenance work in the Halloway Textile Mill. The building was a beast of brick and soot, standing on the edge of the river like a sleeping dog, and I was the one who kept...

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