The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The morning light in the room was the color of old brass, slanting through the single pane of glass that looked out onto the soot-stained brick of the alley, and I counted the hours by the way the dust motes drifted in the beam, settling on the workbench where the gears of the automaton lay scattered like the teeth of a dead animal. I had been awake for six hours, or perhaps seven; time had...

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