The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

"Stop it. You’re going to burn the whole place down." I looked up from the valve, my fingers slick with condensation that tasted of copper and old pennies. The boiler room of the textile mill hummed, a low, rhythmic thrum that I could feel in my teeth, in the hollows of my cheeks. I was twelve, and my skin was translucent, stretched thin over the machinery of my own anger. Outside, the white...

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