The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

"Sign here, Karim. Or don’t. The ink doesn’t care." I looked at the line on the carbon copy. The paper smelled of wet chalk and old sweat. My supervisor, Yusuf, leaned over the desk, his shadow falling across the reclamation yard where the dead machines rusted in the high summer heat. I was thirty-four, a bridge inspector with a cancelled wartime contract, and I wanted the stone span certified...

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