The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ice on the River Ouse did not melt in the spring. It cracked. Margaret woke with the sound of it. A sharp, crystalline shriek that tore through the heavy wool of her bedroll. She lay still, breathing in the cold air of the dormitory, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The dream was still clinging to her eyelids. In the dream, she had been standing on the bridge, the...

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