The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Mara left the house at dawn. The air was thin and sharp. She carried a small bag. It held clothes and a photo of her son. The photo was old. He was five. He held a paper boat. She looked at it once. Then she put it away. The road stretched out. It was white with frost. The trees stood like silent sentinels. They had no leaves. They had nothing to hide behind. Mara walked fast. Her breath made...

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