The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream had teeth. They were made of salt and rust. Thomas woke with his mouth dry. He spat on the floor. The spit hit the wood. It made a sound. A wet slap. He sat up. The room was small. The walls were white. They were peeling. "Get up, Tom." The voice came from the corner. It was not a human voice. It was the sound of wind in a wire. "Who are you?" Thomas asked. "I am the clock," the voice...

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