The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

I woke with the taste of iron and old wool on my tongue, the sensation so vivid that for a breathless moment I believed I was still lying in the cold stone chamber of the Abbey of St. Jude, where I had served as a scribe for forty years before the fever took me and the world shifted beneath me like a card table being cleared. It is a strange thing, to find oneself returned to a life that feels...

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