The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The Pale Bridge The bridge had always been pale. Not white—white was too honest, too certain. Pale suggested something caught between states, like the colour of a lung held up to candlelight, or the wrist of someone who had stopped running but not yet stopped trembling. Isolde Marsh stood at the eastern abutment where the pedestrian path narrowed to a whisper. Below, the Mersey moved with the...

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