The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The left hand was a thing of glass and light, suspended in the air above the kitchen table, catching the afternoon sun that fell through the warped panes of the window. It did not belong to anyone, or rather, it belonged to everyone and no one, floating with the quiet permanence of a cloud that refuses to drift. Elias Thorne sat opposite it, his own hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had...

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