The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain does not fall so much as it is exhaled by the sky, a cold, grey mist that clings to your wool uniform and seeps into the marrow of your bones as you stand at the edge of the Blackwood Reservoir, the heavy iron lantern in your hand trembling not from the wind, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that has settled over the valley since the fever took the rest of the patrol....

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