The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The cold does not kill you, not at first, it only teaches you the grammar of the stone, the way the frost bites into the wool of your greatcoat and how the air tastes of iron and old blood, a taste you know so well it feels like a lover’s mouth against your own, intimate and terrible, and you stand there on the bridge with your hands bound by chains that are not metal but memory, heavy and cold...

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