The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

You wake up with the taste of copper on your tongue. It is the taste of blood, old and dry, sitting at the back of your throat. You do not know how long you have been here. The air is thick, heavy with the smell of wet wool and woodsmoke. You are standing in a room that has no doors. The walls are made of stone, but the stone breathes. You feel it pulsing against your palms, a slow, rhythmic...

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