The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

Can you hold a ghost in your hands without losing your own name? Chapter One I asked Kael this on a Tuesday, standing in the scullery behind the old mill. The stone trough was full of grey water, and the typewriter keys clacked somewhere in the dark above us, a sound like rain on a tin roof. I am Maria Oliveira. Thirty-two years old. A border warden. I wanted my pension. I wanted to prove I was...

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