The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ink bled into the parchment. You watched the letter form itself, the letters sharp and jagged like broken teeth. Your father sat across from you. He did not look up. His hands trembled, not with age, but with the effort of holding the pen steady. The air in the small, windowless room was thick. It smelled of ozone and old paper. You knew what the words said before he finished writing them....

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