The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The kettle screamed. It was a thin, reedy sound, like a bird caught in a wire. I poured the water into the chipped ceramic cup. The steam curled upward, dissipating into the cold air of the break room. Outside, the rain lashed against the reinforced glass of the precinct’s annex. We were in the basement. Floor three. The walls were concrete, poured thick to keep the noise out. Or perhaps to...

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