The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Margaret woke with the taste of iron on her tongue. It was a thick, metallic taste, like licking a battery or a rusted nail. She lay still in the narrow bed of the boarding house, staring at the ceiling where the plaster had cracked in a shape that resembled a jagged tooth. The air in the room was cold. It smelled of damp wool and the stale smoke from the street below. She did not move. She did...

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