The Pale Bridge
The snow fell in heavy, silent sheets. It buried the road. It buried the field. It buried the world. Elias walked. His boots were wet. The cold bit his nose. He carried a bag. Inside the bag was a letter. The letter was warm. The letter was heavy. He did not look at it. He knew what it said. He knew it was a lie. But he kept it. He walked north. The trees were bare. They stood like sentinels....
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