The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

"You are not one of us." The words hung in the air. They were thick. They were cold. They tasted of iron and old rain. I did not answer. I stood by the river bank. The mud sucked at my boots. I pulled one free. Then the other. My hands were stained. The black dirt clung to my skin. It was part of me now. It had been for years. "Look at you," said Mr. Aldous. He leaned on his cane. His face was...

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