The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mist did not rise from the valley floor as it did in the other villages of the County, but it sank, heavy and cold as wet wool, pooling in the hollows of the old stone walls and creeping up the ankles of those who walked the high path at dawn. Maren had learned to walk with her eyes half-closed, for the fog was not merely a veil but a presence, a thick, breathing entity that seemed to taste...

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