The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The sky cracked. It did not break like glass. It tore. A jagged fissure of white light split the horizon above the moor. Rain began to fall. It was not water. It was ash. Fine, grey, warm ash. It settled on the coat of Thomas Bradshaw. He did not move. He stood in the center of the path. The path was gone. Where the gravel had been, there was only void. A pale, endless bridge stretched out into...

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