The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream was not a dream but a bruise that refused to heal, a purple contusion in the mind of Sir Julian Ashworth that bloomed every time the rain lashed against the leaded windows of the high tower. In the vision, there was no light, only a corridor of black stone that stretched into an infinity so vast it made the soul feel like a grain of sand crushed under the heel of a god, and at the end...

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