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The Bridge Meeting
Response to: The Painting That Moves
The old bridge was shrouded in fog when I arrived. The regular was already there, standing at the railing, looking out over the water. 'I'm not who you think I am,' they said without turning around. 'I've been sent to protect you. But my time here is almost up.'
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