The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The train entered the tunnel with a sound like a long, metallic sigh. Marcus adjusted his tie. The silk was cold against his throat. He had knotted it himself. The knot was symmetrical. Perfect. He looked out the window. The glass was dark. He saw his own face. It was tired. The lines around his eyes were deep. He was thirty-four years old. He worked in data compliance. He verified numbers. He...

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