The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

You are the watcher. You are the one who counts the cracks. The stone is cold under your fingers. It hums. A low, subterranean vibration that travels up your arm and settles in your teeth. You are here because you must be. You are here because the bridge is dying. It is not a bridge of wood. It is not a bridge of iron. It is a bridge of bone and grey rock, arched over a river that does not run...

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