The Pale Bridge
The bridge was not a bridge at all, but a seam in the air, a pale, vibrating line that stretched across the atrium of the Ministry of Infrastructure. It hummed with a frequency that you could feel in your molars, a low, grinding vibration that matched the rhythm of your own failing heart. You stood on the far side, in the shadow of the iron pillars, watching the men on the near side. They wore...
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