The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The dream was already fading, but the weight of it remained. A heavy, woolen coat. Not mine. It hung on a nail in a room that did not exist, the fabric black as a bruise, thick as the skin of a dead man. I knew the coat. I had worn it for thirty years. Or perhaps it had worn me. I am a scholar. I study history, specifically the archives of the Ministry...

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