The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

You wake in the cold. Not the cold of winter, but the cold of stone. The damp seeps into your bones, a slow, gray poison. You are in the cellar of the Pale Bridge. It is not a bridge you know. It is a place where the air tastes of iron and old blood. You remember the dream. Or perhaps this is the dream. The distinction has blurred, like ink in water. You stand up. Your legs are stiff. The...

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