The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bread was still warm when you left it on the stone altar, the crust golden and blistered in a way that no ordinary oven could produce, and you knew, with the cold certainty of a stone dropped into deep water, that the village would smell it before you did. You were not of this place, not truly, though you wore the roughspun wool of a baker’s apprentice and smelled of yeast and woodsmoke,...

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