The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The soup was cold. Margaret stared at the bowl, the surface a dull mirror reflecting the peeling wallpaper above. It was a thin thing, water and carrot, lacking even the dignity of oil. She pushed the spoon against the bottom. It scraped a sound that felt too loud in the small kitchen. Eat, said the voice. It did not come from the door. It came from the wall, from the floor, from the marrow of...

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