The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Do you know what it feels like to hold a piece of iron that is still warm from the sun, knowing it will kill you if you let go? I was standing on the deck of the Kagera, that rusted barge we called a bridge, watching the water turn the color of old blood. It wasn't rain. It wasn't sewage. It was the bridge itself, weeping from the rivets, a thick, oily red that pooled in the hollows of the...

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