The Call of the Void
It was a wintry night when I crossed that bridge in Koblenz thirty-four years ago. I stopped in the middle of the bridge and looked down into the dark. A part of my mind felt an almost irresistible urge to step over the ledge and dive. Luckily, another part of my mind panicked, turned my body around, and walked it off that bridge.
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