Story 0 – Pale Lady

She was standing under the old bridge that I always passed on my way home.  Built sometime in the late nineteenth century, the newer road and rail bridges just a couple of hundred yards down the way had rendered it obsolete.  Disused and uncared for it had rapidly fallen into decline, now most of theContinue reading “Story 0 – Pale Lady”

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