The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet, a dark bruise on the parchment that smelled of iron and rot. Your father, the Bridge Warden, held it in his trembling hands, the paper trembling with him, while the cough rattled in his chest like a loose hinge in a door. He looked up, his eyes red-rimmed and swollen, and you knew before he spoke that the request was denied. You wanted the blue...

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