The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Mara left the house at dawn. The air was cold. It cut through her coat. She walked fast. Her breath misted. The road stretched out. It was gray. The trees stood bare. They looked like bones. Mara adjusted her scarf. It was red. It was wool. It was thick. She had knitted it. Her mother had taught her. The pattern was simple. Rows of purl. Rows of knit. The scarf was perfect. It was the only...

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