The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream began with the taste of rust. It was a thick, metallic tang that coated my tongue, persistent and cold. I stood at the edge of a vast, white void. There was no horizon. There was no sky, only an infinite expanse of pale, featureless light that pressed against my eardrums. In the center of this silence, a single object hung suspended. It was a door. Not a door of wood or steel, but of...

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