The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

My hands were already deep in the black sludge, scrubbing the grime from the tile floor of Ward 4, when I heard the hum. It was a low, guttural vibration that seemed to rise from the floorboards themselves, a sound like a bee trapped in a jar of honey. I was twelve years old, and my fingers were raw, the skin split and bleeding, but the pain was distant, muffled by the thick, medicinal syrup...

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