The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The hall was a cavern of velvet and gaslight, the air thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that lined the marble corridors of the St. Jude’s Asylum for the Nervous. It was a festival of the mind, a masquerade where the sane pretended to be mad and the mad pretended to be sane, all of us dancing on the edge of a precipice that we had collectively...

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