The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The coat was red. It was a violent, arterial crimson, the color of blood that had not yet cooled, and it hung on the back of a chair in the kitchen, waiting for a body that did not exist. You looked at it, and the looking was a physical act, a pulling of a thread. The room smelled of coal dust and damp wool, the scent of the industrial age settling into the pores of the wallpaper. Outside, the...

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