The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The train arrived at the station of the Bureau at dawn. It was a grey morning. The air tasted of iron and wet wool. Elias stepped onto the platform. He carried no bag. He carried only his silence. He was small. He was pale. He moved like a shadow that had lost its object. The Bureau was a building of glass and steel. It rose against the sky like a broken tooth. Inside, the light was white. It...

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