The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The orchid is heavy, Elias. You know it is heavy. I held the plant in my left hand, the stem wrapped in a rag that had long since turned the color of dried blood, and felt the weight of it pull my wrist down, a constant, dragging anchor against the wet cobblestones. The city was weeping again, the black sap oozing from the cracks in the pavement, slick and cold under my boots, a substance that...

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