The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bone in my left hand shattered with a sound like a dry twig snapping under a boot. It was not a loud noise, but it was final. The pain did not come immediately. Instead, there was a coldness, a sudden absence of sensation that spread from the wrist to the fingertips, as if the heat had been siphoned out of my body. I looked down at my hand. The skin was pale, translucent, and beneath it,...

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