The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fog rolled in from the chasm below, thick as wool and cold as a grave, swallowing the stone battlements of Oakhaven until only the immediate world remained. I was forty-two years old, a border warden with two decades of service and a pension that hung by a thread, waiting for the winter thaw to release me into the quiet of my cottage. Lord Vane, the new magistrate, had refused my...

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