The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

"Cut it. Now." The command hung in the damp air of the basement, sharp and final. Director Halloway stood at the top of the iron stairs, his coat buttoned to the chin, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference. I did not move. My hands were deep in the loom, fingers tangled in the warp. The thread, a pale, iridescent filament that seemed to drink the dim light, pulsed against my skin. It was...

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