The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The sound of the shrapnel hitting the floorboards was not a crash but a dull, wet thud, like a heavy book dropped from a great height, and you realized with a cold, detached clarity that the war had finally found its way into the quiet, dust-moted sanctuary of your workshop, where the air still smelled of linseed oil and the sharp, metallic tang of hot iron. You did not look up from the...

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