The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The paper was damp, a cold, wet weight that Elias Thorne felt seep through the thin cotton of his sleeve as he smoothed the corner of the file against the edge of his desk. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days had begun to bleed into one another in the windowless basement office of the Ministry of Internal Records, where the air conditioning hummed with the persistent,...

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