The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The silence in the house of Ashworth Hall was not an absence of sound but a presence, a thick, grey wool that stuffed the ears and pressed against the eyes, a suffocating blanket woven from the threads of centuries that had long since rotted into dust and memory. Margaret stood in the center of the Great Hall, her feet bare on the cold stone, the tiles cracked and uneven beneath her skin, and...

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