The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bridge is gone. You know this. You know it because you built it, plank by splintered plank, with hands that no longer feel quite like your own. It was a good bridge. It was the only thing in this valley that made sense. Now the mist eats it. The water rises. The wood rots from the inside out. You stand at the end of the pier. Your boots are wet. The air smells of iron and rot. It is the...

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