The Pale Bridge
The train that carried me from the coastal fog into the interior highlands was a beast of iron and steam, a clanking monstrosity that shook my bones with every rhythmic lurch, and I sat in the corner of the compartment with my back pressed against the cold window, watching the trees blur into a dark smear, feeling the weight of the leather-bound tome I had carried for years settle upon my lap...
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