The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain hit the window like static. Elias woke with his hand on the pillow, not his side. The muscle memory was strong. It was stronger than the bed, stronger than the cold draft slipping under the door. He lay still. The ceiling was white. It was stained in a patch near the light fixture, a yellow bruise that looked like a dried leaf. He sat up. His body ached. It was a deep ache, in the...

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