The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream was a kitchen. It was vast. The ceiling vanished into white void. The floor was marble, cold and slick. Margaret stood in the center. She held a loaf of bread. It was warm. It was heavy. It smelled of yeast and time. She woke. The air in the room was stale. It tasted of dust and old sweat. Margaret sat up. Her head throbbed. A dull, rhythmic pain behind her eyes. She looked at her...

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