The Pale Bridge
The fluorescent lights in the municipal records office hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly against the fillings in Elias’s teeth, a low, electric thrum that he had spent thirty-two years learning to ignore but which now, in the chaos of the budget hearing, felt like a physical pressure against his eardrums. He sat in his cramped cubicle, the beige plastic worn smooth by...
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