The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

You dream of the bridge. It is always pale. It is always there, spanning the dark, wet gap between the house and the rest of the world. In the dream, the planks are slick with moss. The air smells of rot and old rain. You are standing on the edge, looking out. You cannot remember why you are there. You only know that you must cross. You must get to the other side before the fog takes you. You...

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