The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The train cut through the gray mist. Mara held the ticket. It was a square of blue paper. It had a name on it. It was not her name. It was a symbol. A glyph. She had found it in the files of the Department of Records. The office was cold. The air smelled of dust and old ink. "You are late," said the station master. He did not look at her. He looked at the clock. The clock had no hands. It only...

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