The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

In the dream, the water was not water but a thick, swirling silk of black velvet, and Margaret stood upon a bridge that defied the geometry of the waking world. It was a pale, bleached thing, like a bone laid across the void, and it hummed with a low, resonant frequency that she felt in her teeth. She was wearing the dress. Not the one from the morning, nor the one from the funeral, but the one...

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