The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had not stopped for three days, a thin, persistent mist that clung to the wool of your coat and seeped into the bone of your hands. You stand at the edge of the moor, where the grass grows tall and silver, bending under the weight of the water. It is a time when the world feels thin, when the boundary between the living and the dead is no more than a breath away. You are seven years...

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