The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The road was red. Not with blood, but with the dried clay of the valley floor. It stuck to the soles of Thomas’s boots, a gritty, persistent paste that crunched with every step. He walked. The sun was a white coin in the sky, blinding and dry. His left hand hurt. It throbbed in time with his heart. A dull, heavy ache that lived in the knuckles and the wrist. He looked at it. The skin was pale,...

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