It seemed to stretch on forever. From the charcoal grey of the bridge's walkway to the unreachable beyond of the sky above. Wisps of silvery mist licked his tennis shoes, fading soon after wrapping around the sole of the boy's second hand sneakers. He looked over his shoulder toward the path...
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