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The Thing That Stood Before the Bridge
For nights before the bridge fell, a winged figure stood by the road—still, silent, watching.
Not the cars. Not the river.
The moment.
Why did it vanish the night the bridge collapsed?
And why did those who saw it dream of falling long before they woke screaming?
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