The Pale Bridge
The dusting had stopped the whole city for three days, a fine grey powder that settled on the semaphore station roof and choked the turnpike gates, but it was the ice that mattered, the pale bridge that formed over the river only at midnight for those whose bodies were failing. Carmen Salazar, thirty-four, a border inspector in the industrial town of Valverde, wanted to secure his promotion by...
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