The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The door to the cellar was not locked, it was merely held shut by the weight of your own guilt, a heavy, rusted thing that you had carried so long it had grown into the architecture of your spine. You stood before it in the dusty quiet of the old family estate, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint, sweet rot of apples left to fall from the trees in the autumn of your youth....

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