The Pale Bridge
The bell tolled. One. Two. Three. It hung in the fog. It hung in the dark. It hung in the iron lungs of the mill. "Is it time?" asked Elias. His voice was thin. It was dry. Silence answered. The gears groaned. The steam hissed. Elias looked up. The chain was thick. The chain was cold. He held it. He had held it for years. It was his weight. It was his sin. "Speak, man," said the Warden. The...
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