The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The moss on the stone is slick and black, clinging to your boots as you climb the final ridge, and the air tastes of iron and wet wool. You are not walking so much as being dragged by a gravity that has nothing to do with physics, a heavy, viscous pull that settles in the marrow of your legs. The bridge ahead is pale, a stark white ribbon stretched across the chasm of the valley below,...

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