The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The moss was wet. That was the first thing Cillian noticed. Not the smell of the sewer, nor the damp chill that seeped through his wool coat, but the slick, green velvet of the lichen clinging to the iron gate. He held his thumb against the leaf. It was soft. Too soft. It yielded under his pressure like wet clay. In his dream, the leaf had been stone. In his dream, it was heavy enough to break...

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