The Pale Bridge

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2026-08-20 05:57:23 -

The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a dense, suspended fog that turned the iron girders of the bridge into black ribbons weaving through a white void, and I stood at the center of it, my hands gripping the cold, slick railing so tightly that the skin had begun to tear and bleed, the metallic taste of my own vitality flooding my mouth as the water rose around my ankles, not...

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