The Pale Bridge
The bridge is white. It is a lie. You know it is a lie. You stand on the other side. The water is black. The water is still. You are hungry. You are cold. The wind cuts your face. It cuts your soul. You are not here. You are not there. You are in between. Margaret finds you. She does not walk. She drifts. She wears a coat of grey wool. Her eyes are sharp. They are knives. They cut through the...
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