The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old market square into slick mirrors reflecting the low, bruised sky. Margaret Holloway sat in the back of the cart, her hands wrapped tightly around a bundle of dried herbs that smelled of earth and decay, while the mule pulled the vehicle toward the towering, stone gates of the Abbey of St....

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