The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Could the stone remember the weight of the men who built it? Friedrich Schulz stood at the window of the ration office, watching the line of grey coats stretch out into the fog, and wondered if the bridge was a debt or a gift. It was 1921, and the city smelled of wet ash and cheap tobacco. He held a pawn ticket for his watch, the only thing of value left after the war, and felt the cold seep...

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