The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The smell of wet rot and iron hung in the air of the undercroft, thick enough to chew on, a taste that coated the back of my throat with the metallic tang of old blood. I sat on the cold stone floor, my knees drawn up to my chest, watching the slow drip of condensation from the vaulted ceiling above. It was a steady, rhythmic sound, like a clock counting down to a judgment I had long since...

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