The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The morning light fell in long, dusty shafts across the oak floor of the municipal archive, illuminating the floating motes that danced around Elias Thorne’s head as he adjusted the microphone, his fingers trembling slightly as he checked the levels on the reel-to-reel recorder. He was forty-two, a man whose life had been reduced to the quiet accumulation of other people’s pasts, and his tenure...

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