The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ink is dry. That is the first thing you notice. Not the pain, or the cold, or the way the streetlights hum like dying insects. You notice the ink. It sits on your knuckles, black and stubborn, refusing to wash away with the river water. You scrub. Your skin turns red, then white, then red again. The mark remains. It is a letter. A single, sharp character. It looks like a hook. It looks like...

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