The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Act I The light in the chart room was the color of old bruise, low and heavy against the glass. I am Luigi Vitale, a man who has learned that the sea does not care for your pension, only for your silence. The bridge over the canal was pale, a bone-white arch that hummed with a frequency I could feel in my teeth. Major Rossi stood by the door, his coat smelling of damp wool and authority, and he...

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