The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud in the valley had turned into a slick, brown slurry that swallowed our boots with every step. I looked at Thomas, who walked ahead of me, his shoulders hunched against the wind, and I felt a sharp, primal ache in my chest that had nothing to do with the cold. He was my husband, the man I had married in a church that smelled of beeswax and old...

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