The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the sound of the rain hitting the slate roof like a thousand small, frantic hands. It was not a dream, or rather, it was a dream that had forgotten to end. I was lying in the straw on the floor of the chapel, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and old incense. My head throbbed, a dull, rhythmic ache that matched the beating of my heart. I sat...

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