The Pale Bridge

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2026-08-18 03:31:22 -

The Pale Bridge

"Do you see it?" I shook my head, my fingers trembling against the cold, wet iron of the railing. The wind howled through the gaps in the planks, a sound like a thousand mourners crying out in unison, and I felt the familiar, crushing weight of the fog pressing against my chest, thick and suffocating as wool. "I see nothing but water, sir. And the reflection of the gaslights." "You are looking...

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