The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The soup is cold. It has been cold for three days. You stir it. The spoon makes a hollow sound against the bowl. It sounds like a knuckle on a door. You are the Doctor. They call you that. Not by name. Names are for the living who have time to say them. Here, in the grey house by the river, you are just the Doctor. You hold the bowl in your hands. Your hands are thin. The skin pulls tight over...

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