The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

You hold the pen. The ink is dry. The city breathes. Steam rises from the grates. It smells of coal and wet wool. You are tired. Your bones ache. It is a dull, persistent ache. Margaret is sleeping. She lies on the cold floor. Her chest rises. It falls. A shallow rhythm. You watch her. You are afraid. The air is thin. It tastes of rust. You need a new lung. The doctor said it was simple. A...

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