The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The smell of burnt sugar hung in the air like a ghost that refused to be evicted, thick and sweet and cloying, settling into the pores of the wool coat Eleanor wore and the very wood of the narrow kitchen table where she sat. It was a scent that had no business existing in a room this cold, a room stripped of its warmth by the war and the years, yet here it was, persistent as a toothache, as a...

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