The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the streets of the lower district into a slick, reflective mirror where the neon signs bled their red and blue light into the puddles, creating a world that felt less like a city and more like a submerged ruin, and you stood on the corner of 4th and Main with your hands deep in the pockets of a coat that smelled of stale tobacco and wet wool,...

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