The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

I counted the stitches in the lining of my coat, one by one, as the train rattled toward the mountain. Thirty-two stitches. That was the length of my life, I thought, if each one represented a year. I was Elias Thorne, a linguist, and I was dying. The air in the carriage was thick with the smell of wet wool and coal smoke, but my mind was elsewhere, on the treatise I had to finish before the...

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