The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The coat had been her grandmother’s. Then her mother’s. Now it was hers. It was a heavy thing, wool so thick it felt like wearing a wall. The color was a dull, muddy brown, the kind that absorbed light rather than reflecting it. It had been worn for three generations, the elbows thinning, the cuffs fraying into a halo of loose threads. It did not fit well. It was too long in the sleeves,...

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