The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended veil of grey mist that clung to the high, stone arches of the Blackfriars Bridge, eroding the mortar and blurring the line between the solid world of men and the fluid, dreaming realm beneath. I stood upon the wet flagstones, my fingers white-knuckled around the iron railing, watching the Thames churn its dark secrets into the tidal pull,...

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