The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

We stood on the threshold of the great stone archway, my father’s hand heavy and warm on my shoulder, and he told me with a voice that was low and steady as the river current beneath the ice that I must understand, before I crossed, that the bridge was not a thing to be traversed but a thing to be inhabited, that it was the only honest place in our entire ruined county where the truth did not...

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