The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mud on the tracks was deep. It sucked at the heels of their boots with a wet, obscene sound. Margaret did not look down. She looked at the sky, a bruise of purple and grey, hanging low over the valley. "Step quick, Maggie," Thomas said. His voice was thin, shredded by the wind. "We’ll be in Halloway’s yard before the sun thinks to rise." Margaret nodded. She did not speak. Her legs were...

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