The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The iron bridge snapped like a dry twig beneath the weight of the storm, and the river, swollen and black, swallowed the sound of my screaming before it could reach the shore. I had been walking toward the house where Elara waited, carrying nothing but a tin of salt and a letter I had written and unwritten a hundred times in the rain. The year was 1893, and the fog that rolled off the Thames...

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