The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a thick, gray breath that swallowed the iron footbridge whole and severed the two halves of the valley from one another, leaving Margaret Holloway standing on the rusted planks with the cold seeping through the soles of her boots and the weight of the silver locket in her pocket feeling less like an accessory and more like a stone tied to her...

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