The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The river had been rising for three days, swallowing the lower terraces of the estate and turning the mud into a thick, brown paste that smelled of iron and rot. I sat on the edge of the stone bridge, my boots dangling over the black water, watching the current churn beneath me. It was quiet here, a silence so heavy it felt like pressure against my eardrums, but not the peaceful kind. It was...

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