The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the market square into slick, black mirrors reflecting the soot-stained facades of the textile mills. Elias stood at the edge of the wet pavement, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the water pool in the cracks of the ancient stones. He was not a man of the town, though he had lived among...

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