The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The garden behind the house had always been a place of quiet, persistent decay, but it was the single, ancient rosebush in the corner that held the truest weight of the year, its thorns sharp enough to bleed, its blooms so dark they looked like bruised skin rather than petals. Margaret Holloway stood before it, her fingers stained with the dark soil, feeling the familiar, grinding ache in her...

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