The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The train cuts through the grey morning like a blade through wet wool, and you sit in the window seat of the third-class carriage, your knuckles white as bone as you grip the leather handle, watching the blurred smear of the English countryside dissolve into a watercolor of rain and steel. You are not a passenger in the way others are; you are a specimen, a curator of your own decay, carrying...

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