The Pale Bridge
The iron lungs of the factory wheeze above you. They breathe in the night air and breathe out the gray dust of the world. You are standing on the catwalk, high above the furnace. Your left hand is missing. You do not remember the moment it left your body. You only remember the heat. It was a white, screaming heat. It took the flesh from your wrist and left the bone white as a candle. Now the...
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