The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it was present, a thick, grey curtain that dissolved the boundary between the cobblestones of the bridge and the mist that clung to the river below, and I stood there with my hand resting on the cold iron railing, feeling the vibration of the crowd that pressed against me from the south, a wall of bodies and breath and the metallic taste of fear that had been in...

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