The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The banquet hall of the Vane Municipal Bank was a cathedral of mahogany and cold ambition, where the air smelled of stale cigars and expensive lies. You sat at the head of the table, a clerk with ink-stained fingers and a hunger that had eaten your dignity whole. The other clerks toasted to the new fiscal year, their glasses clinking with the brittle sound of men who had secured their pensions....

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