The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

You wake in the dark. Not the dark of a bedroom, but the dark of a place that has no walls. The air is thick, wet, and smells of iron. It smells of old blood. You try to sit up. Your body resists. It feels heavy, leaden, wrong. You look down. Your hands are there. Pale. Thin. The veins stand out like blue roots under thin soil. But they are not your hands. They are too long. Too delicate. The...

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