The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The blade bit deep. I felt the hot spray of it. It was not my blood. It was his. The man fell. He looked at me with wide, confused eyes. His hands were empty. I held the sword tight. My knuckles were white. The ground was wet. Mud sucked at our boots. We were in the woods. The trees were tall and dark. The sky was gray. Rain began to fall. It was cold. It was wet. It was right. "Stay down," I...

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