The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain fell on the valley of Saint Jude not as water, but as a fine, grey dust that settled into the crevices of the stone and the hollows of the men’s bones. It was a medium sort of magic, the kind that did not shout or burn, but merely persisted, wearing down the sharp edges of the world until they were smooth and indistinguishable from one another. Thomas Bradshaw walked the perimeter of...

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