The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The moss on the bridge was not green. It was the color of old bruises, a deep, arterial purple that bled into the grey stone. It moved. That was the first thing Thomas noticed, standing at the edge of the river with his father’s heavy coat draped over his shoulders. The moss breathed. It expanded and contracted against the arches, a slow, rhythmic pulsing that matched the beating of his own...

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