The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fire in the center of the clearing crackled with a dry, brittle snap that sounded like breaking bones, and the smoke rose in a thin, straight column because the air pressure had dropped so low it felt as if the sky were pressing its palm against the back of my skull. I sat on a folded canvas chair, my knees aching from the damp grass, and watched Deputy Director Vance pour whiskey into a...

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