The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain does not fall here. It ascends. You wake on the cold stone floor of the antechamber. Your knees ache. They always ache, but today the pain is a living thing, a white-hot wire threaded through your bones. You are in the court of the King of Dust, though you have never seen his face. You only know his voice. It is the sound of grinding gears. It is the sound of your own teeth clicking...

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