The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain in the courtyard of the Blackwood Estate did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended veil of grey mist that soaked into the stones and the bones alike. Margaret Ashworth stood beneath the archway of the Great Hall, her fingers trembling against the cold iron of the railing. The wood of the bridge behind her groaned, a low, mournful sound like the creaking of an old ship in a storm. It...

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