The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fluorescent lights in the basement of the St. Jude’s Data Center did not buzz; they pulsed, a slow, arrhythmic thumping that matched the stuttering beat in Elena Vane’s chest. It was 4:00 AM on a Tuesday in November, and the air in the server room tasted of ozone and old copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of her throat. Elena, thirty-four years old with a back that ached from...

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