The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mud on the road was thick as blood and slick as oil, and Mara’s boots, once pristine white leather, were now clogs of black earth, every lacing hole clogged with the red clay that had swallowed her ankles three miles back, and she ran, or perhaps crawled, for the distinction had blurred long ago, through the fog that did not roll in from the sea but seeped up from the ground itself, a...

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