The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

I woke holding the glass. It was cold. It was thin. It was mine. The room was dark. The bed was cold. I looked at my hands. They shook. The glass was a prism. It caught the moon. It split the light. Red. Blue. Green. On the wall. I had not slept in three days. The fever was back. It burned in my chest. It ate my lungs. I was a soldier. I was a guard. I was old. My name is Thomas Bradshaw. I was...

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