The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mud is thick and cold against your shins as you drag the heavy iron gate across the flooded causeway, the metal shrieking a high, thin note that cuts through the relentless drumming of the rain, a sound so sharp it seems to slice the air into ribbons of gray mist that cling to your wet hair and the fraying edges of your coat. You do not stop to breathe, do not allow yourself the luxury of...

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