The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain hits the roof. It sounds like knuckles. You are wet. You are cold. You stand in the mud. The mud is black. It smells of rot. You hold the stone. It is cold in your hand. It is smooth. It is heavy. It is your life. It is your debt. You are here to pay. The gate is open. The air is thick. It tastes of iron. You walk in. The path is straight. The trees are bare. They scratch the sky. You...

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