The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that turned the world outside the window of the highland cottage into a watercolor of indeterminate depth, while inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that had settled into the bones of everyone present. Eleanor sat by the fire, her hands resting on her knees, clutching a pair...

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