The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The iron bit bites your mouth. You taste blood. The bridge is not stone. It is bone. You grip the reins. Your knuckles are white. You are the Inquisitor. You are the hunter. But the hunt has turned. The thing at the end of the line is not a monster. It is a boy. He wears rags. He holds a rusted knife. He does not scream. He watches you. His eyes are the color of wet ash. You know him. You do...

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