The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The pen had dried out three hours ago, yet your hand kept moving, scratching the same jagged, incoherent glyphs across the top of the page as if the friction of the nib against the paper could drag your brother back from the grave. It was a futile, rhythmic motion, a mechanical grinding of the teeth of the mind, and the light from the desk lamp was a harsh, yellow cone that illuminated only the...

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