The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The orchard in the valley of St. Jude’s had always been a place of quiet accumulation, a green silence that pressed against the edges of the village like a held breath. I was seven years old, and the world was not yet divided into the sharp, jagged categories of right and wrong, but rather into a continuum of shades, from the pale grey of the morning mist to the deep, bruised purple of the...

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