The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended mist that turned the world into a gray, breathing entity. You sat on the wet bench at the edge of the reservoir, your boots caked in mud that had turned to clay under the relentless damp. In your lap lay a single object: a patch of fabric, torn from the shoulder of a uniform jacket. It was wool, dark blue, fraying at the edges,...

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