The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

You wear the shawl. It is wool. Heavy. Grey. It smells of damp stone and old smoke. You do not remember buying it. Or maybe you did. Time is a thief. It steals the why, leaving only the what. The shawl is part of you. It is your skin now. You cannot take it off. If you try, your hands shake. Your bones ache. You are an exile. You came here for the work. For the gold. Now the gold is cold. You...

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