The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The river did not freeze, not exactly, but it hardened into a sheet of iron-grey glass that reflected the low, bruised sky of the city above, a mirror so still and so unyielding that it seemed less like water and more like the skin of some ancient, sleeping god who had finally decided to wake up and ask what the hell we were doing with our time, and I stood on the bank with my hand resting on...

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