The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall here; it accumulated, a heavy, suspended mist that clung to the skin like wet wool. I stood on the edge of the white expanse, the ground beneath my feet soft and yielding, not quite solid, not quite liquid. It was the place where the maps ended, the realm of the Unfinished, where the geometry of the world had simply given up and surrendered to the gray. "You are late," I...

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