The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bread was cold. It sat on the stone table. A slab of grey granite. It had rained. The mud clung to the boots of the travelers. They were many. They walked in a line. The line stretched out. It disappeared into the fog. Thomas held the basket. His hands shook. The crust was hard. It felt like bone. He looked at the loaf. He did not look at the men. "Share it," said the guard. The guard stood...

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