The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The stone bridge did not fall. It simply ceased to be a bridge, crumbling into a mosaic of gray dust and broken lintels that settled softly into the black water below, as if the river had finally decided to reclaim what the town had stolen from it. In the village of Oakhaven, where the fog rolled in thick as wool from the valley every morning, the bridge had stood for three centuries, a spine...

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