The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The engine of the ferry coughed, a rusty exhalation that seemed to shake the very foundations of the small, gray vessel. You stood at the bow, gripping the cold iron railing, your knuckles white against the damp metal. The mist clung to the river like a shroud, thick and impenetrable, swallowing the world beyond the immediate splash of the hull. You were not afraid of the water. You were afraid...

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