The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The sky broke at dawn. Not cracked. Shattered. I saw it from the tower. The glass fell like rain. Cold. Sharp. It cut my face. I did not scream. I am a man of silence. I am a guard. My name is Elias. I hold the key. The city below was white. A blanket of snow. No. Not snow. Ash. Fine. Gray. It choked the streets. The people ran. They did not look up. They ran toward the river. They ran toward...

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