The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

"Put the tweezers down, Elias. You’re shaking." The voice came from the doorway, dry as the autumn leaves that had clogged the gutter three days prior. I did not turn around. I could not afford to break the line of sight between my eyes and the silver object resting on the velvet cloth before me. My hands, however, had other ideas. They trembled with a violent, rhythmic palsy that made holding...

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