The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

I woke from a dream where the river had turned to milk, thick and curdling, and I was trying to wash the blood from my hands but the water only made the red smear deeper. The dream lingered in the marrow, a cold ache that settled into the joints before my feet even touched the floorboards of the cottage. Outside, the fog was so dense it erased the horizon, turning the village of Oakhaven into a...

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