The Pale Bridge
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the boundary between the world you had known and the world that was taking you. You stood alone in the center of a bridge that stretched into a void so profound it seemed to swallow the light before it could reach the far bank, the stone beneath your boots slick and cold, vibrating with a low,...
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