The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The stone did not move, though the river beneath it churned with a violence that defied the stillness of the air. Parvin Rahimi stood in the center of the Pale Bridge, her feet locked in the grooves of the arch, feeling the cold seep up through the soles of her boots like a slow, patient poison. She was thirty-two years old, a census enumerator who had spent her life counting doors that refused...

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