The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The morning Cillian left the valley, the fog did not lift; it only thinned, revealing the world in a grey, watery blur that seemed to breathe against the glass of the car windows. He was twelve years old, and his hands, which had been steady enough to tie the laces of his boots, now trembled with a fine, persistent vibration that he could not shake. He looked back at the house, the one with the...

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