The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The train did not stop; it slid, a long, metallic exhalation, into the valley where the fog had been pooling since the dawn of the world. I stepped onto the platform, my boots clicking a rhythmic, urgent code against the wet slate, and looked up at the structure that had consumed the last ten years of my waking life. It was a bridge, or what the cartographers had labeled as such, a sprawling...

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