The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain in the village of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that seemed to originate from the earth itself, rising to meet the low, slate-grey sky that had not shown a patch of blue in what felt like years, a weather that clung to the wool coats and the hair of the residents with a tenacity that suggested it knew exactly where it was going and would...

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