The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Thorne. The name hung in the sterile air of the municipal office, sharp and cold as a chisel. Director Halloway did not look up from the spreadsheet on his monitor. The light in the room was flat, fluorescent, buzzing at a frequency that seemed to vibrate in Elias’s molars. Elias stood by the heavy oak door, his coat damp from the morning drizzle, holding a manila folder that felt heavy in his...

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