The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bridge did not fall so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering release of structural tension that turned the iron girders into a crumpled, weeping mess of metal and stone. I was standing on the deck, the confession clutched in my left hand, when the world tilted and the air filled with the taste of old blood and rust, a flavor so intense it coated my tongue before the first beam even struck...

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