The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The frost bit into the wool of your coat before you even left the village square. You were a maker of belts, a tanner of hides, a man who knew the weight of leather and the patience of the drum. But you knew nothing of the wind that had taken the roof from the baker’s house last night, or of the silence that followed. It was a silence so thick it tasted of iron. You had three days’ walk to the...

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