The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bell tower of St. Jude’s had been ringing for three days, a relentless, iron-throated shriek that vibrated in the marrow of my bones. It was not a clock striking the hours, for the mechanism had long since rusted into a solid lump of orange decay. It was a warning, or perhaps a lullaby, depending on how one listened. I sat in the center of the hall, my hands bound by ropes that felt less...

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