The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The morning bell at St. Jude’s Orphanage did not ring so much as it groaned, a low, metallic thrum that vibrated in the marrow of the children’s bones before it even reached their ears. It was a sound of institution, of iron gates and ledgers, of lives weighed and measured and found wanting. For most of the wards, the bell meant the end of sleep and the beginning of the daily march toward the...

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