The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it was squeezed out of the grey, bruised sky, a heavy, relentless weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old town into a slick, treacherous mirror reflecting the hollow faces of the passersby who hurried with their heads bowed against the wind. You stood at the edge of the precipice, your boots sinking into the mud that smelled of rot and ancient iron, the...

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