The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the skin of the farmhouse like a damp wool blanket. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of boiled cabbage and old wood, a scent that had settled into the plaster over decades, becoming part of the house’s very breath. Martha stood at the window, her hands resting on the sill, watching the fog blur the edge of...

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