The Pale Bridge

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2026-08-18 13:47:10 -

The Pale Bridge

You are bleeding. The red is bright. It soaks into the wool of your coat. You press your hand against your side. The pain is a cold spike. It drives deep. You look down. The blood is wet. It runs in thick lines. You are in the alley behind the mill. The bricks are wet with rain. The air smells of iron and coal. You try to stand. Your legs shake. They are weak. You slide down the wall. Your back...

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