The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The wrench slipped, snapping the rusted bolt head off the engine block. I held the jagged metal stub in my palm, the sharp edge biting into the meat of my thumb, while the morning light cut through the dust motes of the workshop. It was a Tuesday, or maybe a Wednesday, but the calendar on the wall was peeling, and the only thing that mattered was the date on the hospital invoice taped to the...

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