The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The weight of a sash is a matter of inches, not years. At the banquet, the air in the great hall of the mining cooperative was heavy with roasted llama and the metallic tang of the gale pressing against the glass, a sound like a thousand teeth clicking together in the dark. Ofelia Zepeda stood in the center of the room, her uniform crisp, her hands clasped before her waist where the fraying...

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