The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The bill lay on the desk, its edges curling like a dry leaf in a draft that had no source. It was not a request for payment, but a notice of forfeiture, the ink a bruised purple that seemed to pulse against the parchment. I read it three times, my fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, heavy weight of the date stamped in the corner: the winter solstice. Three days. Three days...

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