The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in a thin, persistent mist that soaked into the wool of my tunic and settled in the cracks of my knuckles. I stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the valley where the fog usually gathered, but today the air was clear enough to see the pale stone of the bridge spanning the chasm. It was a small bridge, narrow and ancient, built by hands...

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