The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain didn't fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that blurred the edge of the world where the cobblestones of Oakhaven met the churning black water of the River Ael. I was twelve, or perhaps thirteen, time had begun to stretch and snap like old rubber, but I remember the cold biting through the wool of my coat, a sharp, metallic taste that coated the back of my throat. I walked toward...

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