The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

You dream of the river. It is not water. It is a slow, grey tongue. It licks the stones of the bridge. The bridge is pale. It is old. It is your bone. You hold it. You hold the weight of it. It wears down. You wake in the cell. The stone is cold. The air smells of damp and old sweat. You are Thomas. You are a prisoner. You are a sinner. You remember the debt. You remember the face of Lord...

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