The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Chapter One The light in the study had no shadow, a flat, white glare that turned the dust into suspended gold. I watched the motes drift while the rubbish truck’s brakes screamed at dawn, a sound that seemed to scrape the paint off the walls. It was 1923, and the heat was a physical weight, pressing against the shutters of the piano nobile where I kept my work. I was forty years old, a scholar...

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