The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ceramic bowl sat on the workbench, a shard of white bone against the dark grain of the oak, and I held it in my hands as if it were a live bird, feeling the jagged edge bite into my palm, a small, sharp pain that was the only thing in the house that made sense. My mother had left it for me, three days before she vanished into the fog that always rolled in from the river, and she had told...

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