The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The house smelled of wet wool and old wood, a scent that seemed to seep into the marrow of my bones as I sat in the corner of the hall, my knees drawn up to my chest while the rest of the family argued in hushed, frantic whispers above me. We were the Blackwoods, or so we called ourselves, a name that had grown heavy and sharp over three generations, passed down like a jagged stone that cut the...

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