The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The sky did not crack open with a thunderclap, as the old almanacs had promised, but with a sigh, a low, resonant groan of the earth itself, as if the foundation of the world had finally decided to stop holding its breath. I was seven years old, sitting in the high-backed chair in the parlor of the Blackwood estate, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of sunlight that pierced the...

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