The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ivy on the cellar wall had grown so thick it looked less like a plant and more like a living vein, pulsing with a faint, greenish light that seeped through the cracks in the stone. I had been here for three days, or perhaps three months; time had become a slippery thing, difficult to hold in the palm of the hand. My name was Julian, though I had not spoken it aloud in a long while. In this...

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