The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The collar was white. Not the clean, starched white of a hospital sheet or a fresh page, but a pale, yellowed ivory, like the bone of a long-dead bird. It sat on the desk in front of me, a small, stiff thing that smelled faintly of lavender and old dust. I had worn it for six years, from the age of nine until I turned fifteen. It was the only thing I owned that belonged to her. The institution...

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