The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The air inside the Chapel of St. Jude was thick with the scent of damp wool and old incense, a heavy, cloying perfume that seemed to coat the back of the throat and slow the rhythm of the heart. Julian stood at the foot of the stone altar, his small hands gripping the rough, cold edge of the wooden rail, his knuckles white against the grain of the oak. He was twelve years old, though he had...

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