The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The first thing I counted was the hours: forty-eight since the last reading, sixty-two since the compass last pointed true north. I sat in my office, the air conditioning humming a flat, sterile note that did nothing to cut the damp cold seeping through the double-paned glass, and I weighed the brass instrument in my palm. It was heavy, denser than it should be, as if the metal had grown tired...

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