The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The roof caved in. Dust billowed, thick as wool, choking the light. I stood in the hall. My sister, Elspeth, stood with me. We did not scream. We watched the beams splinter. The air tasted of iron and old rot. Elspeth wiped her face. Her hands were black. "Is it done?" she asked. "I think so," I said. She looked at the broken ceiling. A shaft of pale light cut through the dust. It hit the...

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