The Pale Bridge
The stone arch of the Weeping Bridge, which spanned the narrow, silt-heavy channel of the River Ael, did not simply stand; it breathed, a slow, tidal expansion and contraction that the elders of the town of Ockham had long since ceased to count as structural fatigue and had instead come to regard as the pulse of the land itself. For three centuries, the bridge had been the sole conduit between...
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