The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The frost had come early. It crept into the stone cells of the Abbey like a silent thief. It did not knock. It entered. It settled on the ledges. It coated the iron hooks. It whispered against the glass. Elias Vane stood by the window. He was old. His bones clicked. They sounded like dry twigs breaking. He watched the ice form. It grew fast. It was beautiful. It was deadly. He did not shiver....

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