The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The river had a name that no one spoke aloud anymore, a syllable of mud and memory that had been scraped off the maps of the county by the very people who claimed to know the water best, and I stood on the bank with my boots sinking into the silt, watching the old bridge groan under the weight of a silence that felt heavier than the stone it was made of, the kind of silence that doesn’t just...

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