The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain does not fall so much as it hangs, a suspended veil of gray mist that erases the boundary between the cobblestones of the old town and the wet, breathing air. You are standing on the bridge, the one the locals call the Vein, because it pulses with a faint, subterranean hum that you can feel in the marrow of your shinbones. It is a modern structure, cold steel and glass, yet it feels...

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