The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Notice: Rent due. Three months overdue. I am Xiu Liu. I keep the bridge. The stone is wet and cold under my hands, gritty with the silt of the harbor mud that rises at low tide. I count the cracks. One, two, three. The bridge eats a memory for every stone it repairs. I know the rule. I have always known it. My mother is dying in the hospital, her lungs full of phlegm and rust. She needs the...

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