The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The first crack appeared in your left knee not with a sound, but with a sudden, absolute absence of support, a void where bone had once been. You were standing in the town square of Halloway, the morning air thick with the scent of damp wool and woodsmoke, and the joint simply gave way, dissolving into a cloud of grey dust that smelled of old pennies and rot. The people around you did not gasp;...

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