The Pale Bridge
The ceiling crack splits the room like a vein. You are in the box. The box is the office. The office is the trap. Rain hammers the glass. It sounds like fingers tapping. You tap back. You are a detective. You are a failure. The badge is cold. The badge is a lie. The file is open. The paper is white. The name is red. Margaret Holloway. She is gone. She is not gone. She is here. In the walls. In...
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