The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The ink was thick as tar, and it was coming from the stone itself. Margaret Holloway held her quill steady, the nib trembling not from fear but from the sheer viscosity of the substance that was seeping through the bridge’s arches. She had been writing for three days, three nights, and the ledger lay open before her on the stone table, its pages heavy with the names of the dead and the debts of...

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