The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The rain had stopped, but the air remained wet with the memory of it. I stood on the edge of the gray field, where the grass grew tall and silent. There was no horizon here, only a thick mist that swallowed the sky. I was a soldier, though I had not carried a rifle in years. The uniform I wore was not the one I had been issued in the barracks. It was a coat of dark wool, heavy and damp. It fit...

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