The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The dream was a recurring thing, a grey and sallow loop that played out in the theater of my sleep with the mechanical precision of a clockwork toy, where I stood upon a bridge that was not a bridge but a long, narrow tongue of pale stone stretching out into a fog so thick it tasted of iron and old rain. In this vision, I was not alone; I was walking away from a house that was burning, yet the...

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