The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain fell on the cobblestones. It fell with a steady, rhythmic hiss. Thomas Ashworth walked. He carried the heavy box. The wood was dark. The wood was old. It smelled of damp earth and iron. His father had given it to him. The gift was simple. The box was cracked. A hairline fracture ran down the side. It looked like a scar. It looked like a vein. Thomas had left the village three days...

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