The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The mist in the valley did not lift so much as it was exhaled, a slow, gray breath that settled into the crooks of the elms and the cobblestones of the town, a town that had no name on any map but which Elias remembered with the precision of a man who had memorized the lines on his own palm to keep from going mad. He walked with his hands clasped behind his back, the movement stiff and...

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