The Pale Bridge

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The Pale Bridge

The fog did not merely settle upon the valley of Oakhaven; it seeped into the very marrow of the stone, a viscous, grey substance that tasted of iron and old rain, clinging to the cobblestones with the tenacity of a memory one could not quite shake. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the river, his breath forming small, ghostly circles in the cold air, watching the mist curl around the ancient...

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